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I’m not going to pretend
that my life is always easy
or everything goes my way.
I’m not going to put on a front
and tell you everything is okay
when really its under siege.
Sometimes I just cant seem
to get anything right.
Words come out twisted
and thoughts get tangled.
Days don’t give enough light,
and nights too much time.
Days don’t give enough thought,
and night sheds too much stress.
Day gives company numerously,
night doesn’t seem to be too friendly.
Loneliness seems to be on the lurk,
it wraps itself around me
engulfs me
Overwhelmingly.
Then depression creeps in
without an invitation.
Why did the day seem to
steal away my time
and hand it over to the night?
This is when
my most deepest emotions
take turns beating me up.
Secrets I have
are impossible
to hide from myself.
No matter how deep
I store them they seem to surface
when it’s time to sleep.