Morning breaks, the sea’s calm, the waves have settled,
No more boiling over, the kettle’s unbent.
Life’s trials and tribulations, a never-ending trial,
Judge and jury, they’ve taken your smile.
Miles of road, a journey through tribulations,
Dark thoughts arise, heavy with ideations.
Depression, a beast with a pitchfork and horns,
Genetic affliction, a burden from birth’s morn.
Scarlet letters, unseen by the world’s eyes,
Branded on the mind, a silent Greek fraternity’s cries.
Stepping on joy, a dance to a somber beat,
But perseverance wins, not defeat.
Fairy tales, a grand deception, a story they sell,
Life’s daily grind, a living hell.
But the final bell hasn’t rung, the marathon’s still on,
So rise each morning, the race to carry on.
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The space between the two is thin,
A line so fine, it’s hard to see.
One step in either direction,
And you’re no longer what you used to be.
The innocent are quick to judge,
The guilty quick to hide.
But who is truly right or wrong?
Who can say with certainty?
The truth is, we all fall somewhere
In between the two extremes.
We all have our moments of weakness,
Our moments of sin.
So let’s not be so quick to judge,
Let’s not be so quick to hate.
Let’s try to understand,
And let’s try to forgive.
Because in the end, we’re all just human,
Trying to make our way through this life.
And we all deserve a second chance,
No matter what we’ve done.
The Pain of Being Me
I live in a world that does not understand me
A world that judges me by how I look and act
A world that expects me to conform and agree
A world that rejects me for being different and abstract
I suffer in silence as I hide my true self
As I pretend to be someone that I’m not
As I suppress my feelings and emotions on a shelf
As I deny my identity and dreams that I’ve got
I cry in the dark as I feel alone and hopeless
As I wonder if there’s anyone who cares
As I question if there’s any meaning or purpose
As I despair if there’s any hope or prayers
I long for a day when I can be free and happy
When I can embrace who I am and what I feel
When I can find someone who loves me for me
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