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Friday, May 27, 2016

Troubles (A Poem)

I'm to troubled
To bother to be what I strive be.
I'm to angry at my life
to see where I fit in this world.
I'm to self conscious
to see the beauty that
may lye within me and
I'm to lost to find myself.

Maybe it's my lack if trying
or my fear of the happiness
that would come my way.
I fear to be happy,
I just run away.
I run away
from things
That bring me joy.
I need to change.
No more running,
no more fear.
Just me the way I want to be,
the way I need to be.
©Amanda Catherine