Some days I struggle
How this is all suppose to play out
Longing to be heard
To find my words
Whose fault is it if no one hears
I am sure it must be me
So will I fade away if I no longer have a place
Or shall I find my own
Space
I believe
I am okay
Until someone has questions
I fall away
Into this dark hole
Of is this real
Or made up by me
Where is that barometer
To check yourself
We cant stay in our mind
And expect
It to make sense to everyone
But ourselves
So check yourself at the door
And find your place
Once more
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