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Sometimes I get so angry,

I can’t help but to shed my tears,

So much of my souls searching,

For a release from all these fears,

Screaming doesn’t save me,

And logic never truly works,

But my God how hard its becoming to point so much as a dim light where shadows lurk,

I’m frightened by each step I take,

Worried of how my words will hurt,

Tired of always feeling the need to walk on glass,

Afraid to keep moving on,

Unsure of what’s beneath the dirt,

More each day an old wound stretches,

Now more than ever I need a friend,

A ride or die that’s with me ‘til the end,

I can’t let go, I can’t relax, I can’t simply lie,

Knowing there’s nothing that could be said or done,

Praying for redemption as I feel unworthy,

For I’m just so ready to give in and tell the world I’m done,

But life is funny with its twists and turns,

There’s only one question that still churns in my head

“Who am I and what do I want in the end?”