My spirit lays defeated,
Ego crushed, once conceited,
Hope is dying, sick of lying,
And the way that I am treated...
Love me or not, just let me know,
Hold me tight or let me go,
Take my hand, make me understand,
I am weary of feeling so...
Betrayed
Used
Dismayed
Confused
Rejected
Alone
Ejected
Disowned
But hope, still kicking, once more returns,
Its flame, though small, defiantly burns,
Ego itself is re-inflating
Conceitedness is dissipating...
Weaving through this web of lies,
Searching for truth as my spirit flies,
Soaring above the worry and pain,
As I learn to trust again...
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