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I lay awake while sleeping,

Dreaming rather,

And wonder when I am headed.

Not in life, I know where to go,

But in my head and my thoughts.

I close my eyes hold them tight,

Lace together with my lids.

I grind my teeth,

Clench my fists and let out a breath.

Sometimes I cry, no thought in mind,

Nor any reason to shed tears.

But still I seem to always find,

That no matter our trials

Through out the years,

We never develop a calloused heart.

I always thought, I withstood more

Than I thought I ever knew.

But all of that has changed so soon,

And all by meeting you.

Odd how only a single second

Can change time for the rest of our lives.

Just the same, a single person,

Has mended my soul not with a gauze

But with knives.

Offered so sharp, but proven to be dull,

My feelings are all I've got left.

Into the chasms of human emotion

I plunge and throw my soul.

The air is murky, thick as sand

The mud from it clouding my eyes.

The winds from the corners

Of the earth clear my sight,

Yet nothing builds me up

So I maintain my might.

Don't waste my thoughts

On things not cared,

But instead, try to spread

My thoughts on things best shared.

Talk to myself, my inner mind,

The one that responds to my whims.

The one that understands wholly

The things that I know, or things that

I wholly believe.

We are not what others see,

What they believe,

Or what they know.

Nor are we what is in the mirror,

We simply       are.

No more no less.

We have no obligation to life,

Only that we be.

We exist amongst others

Existing like us in a world

Full of  false truths and true lies.

All we must do is be ourselves,

Not mold to societies wishes.

We keep our form, like heated clay,

And shape to the hands of ourselves.

Eventually, we cool,

Harden, and shape.

Become.

We try what we want,

Till we know what we're meant for,

And hope that all goes as planned.

But this is just me.

My rambling go further,

Most which cannot even be said.

For all of these things are one of a kind,

Kept in the vaults of my head.

All are the truths and

Beliefs of a troubled mind.