I've always been stuck on the fringe of life,
shy in youth and scared as I grew old.
I've had my share of troubles and of strife,
anxiety takes hold, my life grows cold.
Afraid to speak to others, I withdraw
into my world alone, that's where I stay.
And I've found wishing doesn't make it so,
but neither do the prayers I say each day.
The feelings that I have run hot and cold,
as those I love try hard to ease my pain.
A happy mask I wear, to reassure,
though happiness is what I never gain.
I still hope for a new and better life,
where all the angst I feel just disappears.
Beginning once again, I'll make a start,
to wash away my heartache and my tears.
Tomorrow, just like all the times before,
will come and go as moments drift away.
And still, fear covers me just like a sheet,
but hope still lives, one day I'll find my way.
For now, I hide behind a wooden smile,
look calm, but inside my emotions rage.
The story of my life so dark a tale,
does it end well? I'm scared to turn the page.
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