Everything around me feels
Heavy to carry today
I write like there’s no tomorrow
To will my fears away.
I hold in my hand,
A glass half full
While society makes me believe.
It is barely a spoonful.
I am my own strength
I hold me up, when I fall
I have my own circle,
They are at my beck and call.
With all these about me,
I never project my woes.
Upon anyone else ever,
Then, the others, I repose.
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