Not Knowing
To not know from one day to the next,
where we are.
To watch every word, that comes out of
my mouth.
Not knowing if at any time you will explode.
Walking around on tip toes.
Scared every second of every day, of
doing or saying something wrong.
That is the life that I live.
Maybe it is not right, but
That is the life, that I know.
Not knowing any other way, that is
the way my life will stay.
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