" Untitled "
Untitled this poem seems to be
No words to fit what's inside of me
Conflicting emotions running wild
And that is putting it rather mild
So much turmoil I want to die
Tired of ignoring the perpetual lie
Really needing to take a stand
But then there's the other hand
So much joy and happiness
At this moment I seem to possess
Hold on tight as long as I can
Because there is still the other hand
Turmoil and happiness running amuck
An awful situation in which I am stuck
One moment I'm glad
And the next I'm sad
How do I get out of this rut
Ironically I know, but there is a 'but'
Am I prepared to do what it takes
Am I willing to pay the stakes
The cost is high this turmoil to escape
I will suffer much more than just a scrape
So many things forever lost
Never again, that is the cost.
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Copyright 2007 TLC
