My Life
My Life
I seem to know entirely too much
Of pain, and stress, and strife,
And entirely too darned little
About living, and of life.
I can't remember any time
When I've been free from fear.
I've lost entirely too many
Of the things I hold so dear.
I've felt far, far too much, the pain
Of love that's come and gone.
Sometimes I just don't have the strength
It takes to carry on.
I want so many things from life,
And yet I don't know what to do.
So many things still hold me back,
And I just can't follow through.
I know that there are answers
To the questions that I ask.
But every day I must put on
Another twisted mask.
I'd like to say I'm doing well,
That everything's okay.
But in the meantime I still struggle
Every minute, every day.
No one sees me reaching out,
They think I'm doing fine.
But my life is in a shambles
And the misery is mine.
Everyone has felt the pain,
I know I'm not alone,
But sometimes it just feels that way,
Because my troubles are my own.
Thomas Cusick
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