Insomnia
I haven’t slept right in weeks, and come to think of it, it’s been a while…
I’m filled with sadness, pain, and anger, but still… I smile…
You may ask me what’s wrong…. and I front with a disguise,
But if you listen very closely, and you’ll hear my cries, through my replies
and then I may tell you there’s nothing wrong, and just shrug it off with jokes,
But all the while, the picture I paint is vivid, with very few strokes..
Its never easy to disclose what I feel, or even wear my emotions on my shirt,
So excuse me if we cannot laugh at my pain, or feel my torment when I hurt…
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