Hurting every moment,
Blindly believing
Pretending to be well
The pretense is hurting,
When will this go?
Trusting and not finding
Uncertainty hurts,
Until clarity comes by
How long to hold?
Look around, the world is infidel
But fidelity is my forte
Two hands does it take for a clap
How the other one goes
One can never tell
How truthful is truth
Was it true at all?
Was it meant to be told?
Or be left alone
Each day is a struggle
Pain sorrow or woe
Nobody’s there to listen
Where does one go
Stress they say is a disease
Manifest in varied ways
For each one it’s different
For some
It eats within
Cope one must
There’s no other way
Reasons manifold
Life, in a palace or street
No escape to this
Faces with expressions
Blank, happy or sad
There is no difference
Yet one lives
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