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POEM: THE NAG- AWAY



What is absolute perfection?
Why am I always in thought of what to think?
What I tend to do is what I feel is right
Who I really am is what I spend every waking day discovering
How I feel is the rhythm my heart beats to
When I choose to cry is when I should be strong
When I hold back the tears is when I should cry..

Why I won’t let go is how fragile my heart is
What I cannot understand is how normal life can be
Things I cannot see are right there in front of me
Those I cannot reach, I search desperately for
People I laugh with, I should chastise
Moments I should capture, I’m lost
Memories I should hold dear, I forget
Memories I should forget, I recall
Times I should live, I’m cold
Times I should be silent, I’m bold
Things I should straighten out, I get tangled in
Times I should get entangled, I shy away
Times I should be serious, I play
Times I’m to play, I get serious
Focus is one difficult task
Discipline far off as dusk
Times I should speak up again, be bold, I bluff
Times I should console, I’m weak
When I’m consoled, I dwell in denial
When I wish to be spontaneous
I have to remain in control
When I choose to act, it’s in vain
When I don’t, I’m in pain
What is constantly in my mind is clear
Why then does my life remain blurry?
All I ever wanted is happiness
What I see each passing day is faux
Promising humans somehow
 End up tormenting

If only you’d see me standing here
Maybe, just maybe, every other thing would
String together
And make more sense than I choose to care

Why should one feel so lonely
In a world full of beautiful people?

And in three hundred and twenty-ten words
Nothing is not unclear


g.o.



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