Just when I thought
-I had everything right
I found out I ought
-To step out of sight
"He doesn't rattle"--
-Most of you would agree
Yet, I fight battles
-I have within...me.
Outside my skull,
-My heart, these bones, this skin
Lies a world so full,
-Unique--I chagrin.
When cut I bleed,
-When I hurt, I hide it.
Sadness isn't freed--
-Why do I chide it?
If what I do
-Is where focus should be,
Why do I pursue
-Strife internally?
What is the rule?
-Am I right; am I wrong?
Am I just a fool?
-Do (hear/here) I belong?
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