Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Inside

The world is full of joy,
but I'm crying inside.

We want to move forward,
but I'm sliding inside.

The house is full of noise,
but I'm silent inside.

The breeze blows through the trees,
but it's quiet inside.

Time is flying by,
but there's stillness inside.

Headlights passing by,
but I'm not moving inside.

Everyone needs me,
but I'm helpless inside.

Trying not to fall,
but I'm slipping inside.

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