"Out of Order"


I scream, I yell, I shout.

I still go unnoticed, unheard.

And that is when the doubt

starts to control me, my life.

Losing all grip on this world

"Why me?" I plead.

My mind starts spinning, turning.

Everything reads "out of order",

nothing seems to work.

I search for my help, my life saver.


Nothing is here for me,

I am deprived of my stability.

Nothing is stable.



The color of darkness

where I find myself constantly.

I search for light,

yearning for the day.

When the sun comes up

so does my facade.

A smile in place of the frown 

so familiar to me.

An endless cycle,

like the moon chasing the sun,

going on and on



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