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My life is a rollercoaster- With more downs than ups,

There's been so many frequent drops- I can't get up.

Pigeon holed into something that I don't want to be,

Stuck in a place- Where I don't want to be.

Stuck seeing things- That I don't want to see,

Forced to be a me- That isn't really me.

Because when people look- They don't know what they see,

A kid that looks happy- But that's not really he.

All the pain that's inside- I feel I must hide,

Holding my tears back- Because I have too much pride.

But the glossiness in my eyes- It tells a story,

It's an untold battle- Without much glory.

The pain of many men- The burden of many sins,

The losses without a win- When will it all end.

But my outside life- Is like playing pretend.

Only showing so much- But it hurts so bad,

Knowing you've lost every good thing you've ever had.

The hurt becomes anger- Because clouds still linger,

Your sentiments to life- Are all expressed through one finger.

The one that symbolizes- Your exact feelings,

Without a word being said- It does all the revealing.

While you do the concealing- Waiting for some healing.

But the wounds are deep- Lacerations of the mind,

Theres only one cure- It's called time.

Behind walls in empty rooms- No windows or lights,

This is what I call- My so called Life.





Michael C. Lucas