Something is coming but I'm not ready
Coming down the pike through corridors
Makes me unsteady
Maybe I should meet it head on
I'm not that strong
Actually I feel weak, devoid of backbone
Pointless seeking refuge
What would I use that shields heartbreak
I need to woman up
Face my fate
But here it comes in my direction
Minus affection once felt for me
Here it comes misshapen
Down this path it's taken, down these stairs
Unaware, No it doesn't care
For it has blamed me, shamed me
Rearranged me to a life double
Steeped in troubled and hidden
misgivings
A fake that I'm living
But I can't hide anymore
I've been down this path before
This time it will find me for sure
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