The Problem
I grow weaker every day,
yet I portray that I am strong.
I cannot show weakness,
for who knows what will go wrong.
In this world there are two people,
people who live and people who die,
but how can you live,
when you have no time to try?
We must all have our freedom:
from the world this is true,
but how could you gain freedom if the problem here
is you?
Copyright © Jessica Tulcus | Year Posted 2005
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