Circles
Walking around in circles
Searching for the light
Hoping that one day
I will finally win this fight
Constant battle
Between me, myself, and I
Fighting the urge
To just break down and cry
No escape no hideaway
No way of being excused
from the nightmares, scares
hauntings and abuse
Clock ticking, I'm halfway through
this thing called the circle of life
I put on the mask that hides the pain
that makes everything seem right.
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Copyright © Joya Wortham | Year Posted 2012
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