Somehow
At this moment life does not seem fair,
as I look around I see I must not care.
The house is a mess there is alot to clean,
yet I sit here thinking I need to do something.
could it be somehow a part of me might be dying.
When nothing goes right, I begin to lose all hope,
that when I turn to the dope just to somehow cope.
Over time I find its nothing but deception I receive,
Guilty for going against everything I truly believe.
I can clearly determine the wrong with what I see,
I should not worry about what others plan to do,
As long as I know in my heart I am doing what's true.
There must be something holding me back right now,
If only I could figure it out, there has to be a way how.
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