I say "I'm fine", but I'm not ...

I'm holding onto normality with everything I've got,

but I'm sinking.

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Drowning beneath waves of paranoid thinking

and it hurts...

making everything worse ...

carving's a curse ...

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Apathy would be easier,

turning a blind eye to sensationalist media,

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Stories that just escalate the hate,

when all I am is scared of what comes next,

Avoiding the news and craving a subtext of anything other

than ego and greed,

how can we expect to succeed when the love

of power exceeds the power of love,

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Above all else... I feel shame,

As I'm hiding from the horror,

Unable to face tomorrow and the pain it will bring ...

I write of hope yet find little to cling to,

I see such courage in others yet so little in myself,

So I keep distracted,

Trying to find a way to help,

Ending up so sad that I have to think of something else ...

So yes... I'm fine, considering where I'm not ....

 

                                                                                    Lyrick March 2022