Nothing
Having Nothing, I know it all too well;
for it's the reason that my head doesn't swell.
Nothing leaves me little to gripe about;
and yet fuels my compulsion to shout.
Nothing keeps me awake on sleepless nights,
as confused as a deer caught in headlights.
Though Nothing has no weight or feel to it,
it hurts much more than I care to admit.
The loss of innocence is a slow theft,
yet before you know it, Nothing is left.
Nothing can be easily washed away
by tears when emotions come into play.
Yet Nothing's frightening, weighing me down,
like an empty promise that hangs around.
Though Nothing has Nothing to do with love,
it fuels my desire to rise above.
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