United States
27° 22' 5.4444" N, 82° 32' 44.2932" W

Am I too weak to say something, but too strong that I may break them?
I am too scared to show them my skin.
My mind is blurred by the images of doubt.
By their stupid ways. Why?
I can't stop the flow of mental instability in this place.
Their eyes nestle every so often
Their minds can't stay at ease
Their lips tremble when they are wrong.
It is all fake
To the drum that folly runs


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