I listen but do I hear,
I see but do I see clear.
I touch but do I feel,
I hurt but do I heal.

Questions that come and always go,
Thoughts high but mainly always low.
People encircle me daily but why,
The act I play, pretend it’s just a lie.

They bully but do they care,
They come but do they dare.
They hate but do they wake,
They harm but do they break.

Where I stand they appear to be,
The intricacy I attract daily to me.
I see no end, no way to atone,
It seems the problem is not mine alone.

I discover but do they seek,
They pause but do I Speak.
I give a chance but do they clasp,
They reach out but do I grasp.


 
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