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Everything I do in life is wrong

I try to be cool, I try to be strong

I can't seem to do anything right

I can't accomplish anything without a fight

 

Some people always bring out my bad side

I try to leave, to run, and to hide

I move my legs, but they take me nowhere

I move my feet, hoping they'll take me anywhere

 

Anywhere but here, I need to get away

Before the evil comes in to stay

I don't want people to see me that way

I need to go, I need to run away.

 

I feel like I'm dying, or coming to life,

I can't decide nor can I understand my plight.

A part of me is being unleashed:

A terrible, hideous, monstrous beast.

 

I feel the rage swelling within me.

I feel anger, hatred, pride and envy.

All my emotions are in my emotional pot.

It is boiling with sinister, hateful, evil thought.

 

I have to do something to cool down

I have to smile, I have to frown,

I have to show emotion of some kind,

I have to lose, I have to find.

 

I'm here, but not, hanging in the air

I feel like my soiled soul is stripped bare

I'm washed anew; I'm whole again,

I fear that this must be the end.

 

I close my eyes and concentrate.

My life is like a big debate.

I need to patch the holes in my life.

I need to somehow end the strife.

 

I open my eyes, my life returns.

My pot is empty, the residue burns.

Emotions released, I take a sigh

I feel so low, I feel so high.

 

I realize it was just a dream.

I want to shout, I want to scream.

I need to shout, I need to scream,

Emotionless thought, emotionless dream.

Copyright © 2003 Ryan Prophet

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