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Today is not your powerful It's so bitter sad yet true Your word isn't an emotion anymore Creature of habit living blue Despising what is necessary And accept what you call the norm Wanting a way to hide out in the open Not within the confines of your own storm These seasons tend to shake you Oh how broken and out sorts you become Well you're here and why do you bother There is no mercy you just succumb You can never answer me why But sprout out rows of rhymes-How Your tears poor quietly over my shoulder Every remark with a distant scow Your home is known as sanctuary Never to step foot outside again So much weakness in those sunken dark eyes And your dismally sallow skin You can't hide from me no longer my friend I'm watching closely over you But with your paranoia on the rise Tell me-you believe in-Who? You've ran off almost everyone A purposeful, mistake you cry for every day You've shown us the monster within you And girl if you keep this up we all may run away Sober thinking in choice to make Monsters aside and confusion ahead I definitely write better here So I'll stick with my monster and refuse to be led M. Lyn Church May 4, 2016