Why?

Must I live in constant stress

Life like a boomerang

Waiting on the past to bounce back

I am lost

Sitting here writing poetry

Emptying my thoughts

Help me

As I uncover the pain beneath my

I use this as comfort to guide and release me

I am free

But once again I ask, why?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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