circles

my mind my heart my soul is spinning
in circles round an round they go how I'll
respond nobody knows...
sometimes I laugh an cry at the same time
tell u I love u an hate you all in the same line
some say I'm strange weird an hard to read 
BT thats the ideal response of a follower when I'm in the lead circles.... always going round never slowing down my insides become weary an I'm so tired of trying to fight the real me that I hide inside knocking on my voice box speak for me she screams BT I swallow the pride the beauty the wonderful woman that I am still going in circles head dizzy from all the spinning tossing an turning 
through the night cold sweats hot flashes pain at every turn when will I learn to be me until I decide I guess I'll cry inside my little circle.....

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