Stained Heart
My inner cry weeps,
tearless confusion.
My feeling of love;
is heartless illusions.
Mind over matter
has abandoned conclusions.
I am afraid
I have no solutions.
For every tear
there is a stain.
Can I ever get it
to go away?
Too many stains have
ruined my heart,
I feel so different as if
playing a part.
Does anyone
know
who I really am?
A bothersome woman
with nothing to give.
I feel my time
reaching an end,
when I come back
It'll start all over again.
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