Some days are bad
Some just as worse
Unknowing what to do
Where life's racing ahead just!
Every day feels like a struggle
Wondering what more is next
Showing to be happy and calm
Inside is a storm of unrest.
How much more to endure
How much farther stretches the fence
Gathering pieces of oneself
And of the shattered confidence.
Waiting for some miracle
But for to believe, theres none
A shimmering, flickering hope
Of finding oneself, having battles won!
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