Tale of Many.

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Sometimes, I scare myself
The emptiness in my eyes
The voidness of my soul
How fast I can change
From laughing wholeheartedly
To a gloomy face in seconds
Makes my blood ripple

Sometimes, I scare myself
With how much I can love and dislike someone
The amount of effort and sacrifices
I can make for people

Sometimes, I scare myself
With the number of worries, I can hold
And the weight of the burden
in my heart and head

I tell people what to do
When they are depressed
and feeling low
But I don't practice what I teach

I know what to do with
my depressed mind
Yet I don't do it
I just hold onto it and live with it

I scare myself
With how perfectly I can maintain a flawless and outward appearance
While I hurt so much inside

A lot of people feel this same way too. This is the tale of many people. I like getting into people's head and know how they can feel, sometimes.

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.