Distressed

A Poem by socioPATh

Afraid of sincerity,

afraid of uncertainty,

afraid of facts,

there are a lot of things that lack.

So broken inside,

the pain poisoning the mind,

taken for granted,

it's always a bad end.

How to not worry?

How to not be weary?

How to be happy?

How to breathe freely?

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Added on March 17, 2016
Last Updated on March 17, 2016

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