Inflict

I need to lose my way
To assure the path I chose isn't in disarray
Too many 'Perhaps I should' kept me in dismay
And too often too much too silent I lay

The right thing I'm always trying to do
I wonder... why do I try?
The wrong thing from myself I'm trying to fool
It felt good... why do I lie?

We do not begin as whole
We are our empty shells we fill undeservingly
To be full we thought we know
I was full yet so drain I am to acknowledge... me

The wrong thing is what I need
Rightfully wrong to know what is right
Because the strongest suit can be answered weak
It is afterall a poisonous medicine in every righteous’ plight

Too often... too much... too silent I helplessly lay
'Perhaps I should'... mindlessly stray
Because both right and wrong paths is in absolute disarray
Either or neither nor... the rights and wrongs to lose a way

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