Mindless thoughts always flow with ease,
While sleeping hours only tease..
And as waking hours approach,
I only loose hope.
People say everyone has a purpose,
They call me pretty names..
But inside my head is like the finally at a circus..
Constantly suffering growing pains.
Because I'm too smart for the average,
and all the broken ones are attracted.
I cannot fathom the gain in pretend.
I keep on saying I won't go through this again.
But here I am... Time after time..
Suffering alone with the demons that are mine.
Having faith that in knowing I do good things....
Good things will come back...
Scaring over shattered dreams..
Plotting a counterattack..
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