"I Am" poetic complaints of the distressed & mildly depressed
I am surrounded by liars
Drowning in their version of the truth
I am knee deep in reality
Stealer of my ambitions, hopes and youth
I am walking on the coals
Feet burnt, still burning to their soles
I am left wanting, forever wanting
Filling up but eternally empty, falling
I am a tale better left untold.
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