In the Midst of Storms
If people could see into my soul,
Maybe they would go away and leave me alone,
Someday's I feel crazy, even a little insane,
Wanting to find somewhere, No one even knows my name.
Anything... trying to be the person I'm not,
Can't get it right; only decay and rot,
Striving to do good, only just not enough,
Always coming up short in this "living life" stuff.
Seems I never give enough and won't ever give in,
Pride always shows up and I am blinded again,
Those qualities end up hurting only me,
One day suspicion will not control what I see.
Many things said come out the wrong way,
Words do hurt and can end your best day,
Taking things out of context will start a war,
Meanings get changed, making you hurt to the core.
Sadness and anger may not come from this place,
Maybe some reminder from the past is the case,
Hurt comes to people in so many forms,
But we always find strength in the midst of these storms.
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