Just know you cannot see
what goes on inside my head
No matter how calm I speak
some days, I’m hanging on by a threadI will not let it surface
I’ll hold tight to my illusion
If you don’t ask the questions
I’ll continue hiding my confusion
When the ground continues shaking
and you reach out for a hand
You cannot show your weakness
to those whose attention is bland
I seek the missing sense of self
I yearn to know my worth
I only wish for a time and space
where I possess both purpose and mirth
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