In my eyes my soul is light,
In my body my soul resides,
In my heart my soul is heavy,
In my head my soul confides.
It's the hate that we were taught,
The rules we all must follow,
That lead to this internal conflict,
Leaving our souls feeling hollow.
Not always knowing what's right,
Not wanting to continue your path,
Finding all the wrong pieces,
Just waiting for the aftermath,
There's alway a decision,
Though not always good or bad,
Sometimes it's the lesser evil,
Or maybe it's something we've just never had.
©queencobra
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