I no longer know how I feel
my thoughts keep shifting around
so I no longer know what's real
like a boy in a maze with no exit to be found
I look in my heart in search of what is true
finding not what I seek, not even a clue
when all I believe to be true can simply disapear
how can I not find anything but fear
after all what is real I no longer know
just this doubt that continues to grow
like a plant rooted deep inside
spreading it's roots so I can not hide
I wish to pull the weed from my heart
this growth of doubt I wish to stife.
at least that would be a start
so that I can move on with my life.
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