Not the glamorous ghouls from the movies Or the pending apocalypse from the books But the ones who wear monkey suits Plasters on a fake smile And pretends they are not dead inside Like me. I shall never forget the day That I lost all hope Say it out loud Cried like an anxious child Who lost their invisible friend Red, puffy eyes Sniffles like a cold Not one kind word Emotional rollercoaster I wish they could all feel my pain The let down of unpursued dreams Failing before trying Unable to make the leap Too stubborn to try An easy way out, hard way in Retreating to the melee within Sit there and judge me You don't know the battles The scars that have shaped me The wars I have yet to fight It's true what they say Your greatest enemy is yourself.
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