Frayed Edges
Three to make it ok
Three to make it go away
Doctors have no cure
Of this they are sure
People coming, people going
Faces everywhere, none showing
Pain and suffering
All a game of buffering
Masks of life worn
Hearts torn
What’s the use
Why take the abuse
Another visit gone awry
Life just seems to pass me by
Feeling trapped
Mind collapsed
On the fringes
Everyone cringes
Oh the humanity
Oh the vanity
Needing answers, finding none
Feeling the cold shun
Society I’m really ok
Tomorrows another day
Worth having around
Possibilities abound
Up down
Lying on the ground
White coats
Hope my love floats
Hard times arise
Tattered pieces of a life comprise
Three to make it ok
Three to make it go away
Doctors have no cure
Of this they are sure
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