My heart doth twist
And my stomach doth turn
Lessons still yet to learn
With myself, a tryst.
On this plane I do no belong
It is clear I do not fit
For their marks I will never hit
For the warmth of a distant place I do long.
Every thing about me is a paradox.
Too much and yet not enough.
So weak and yet so tough.
But when will I be free of this box?
When my hearts door I do open
Some dare not step in
Others break me from within
Never is it what I was hopin’
Now I harden like a rock
My bleeding heart I will mend
My own needs now I’ll tend
Any who’d enter now need knock.
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