I ask myself why,
the lives we live now
are dictated by,
the when and the how.
I can not look at you,
when you talk to me
because you see right through,
the eyes that you see.
But I will not ever stand
and let you rip down,
the happiness and
smiles I've found.
But I'm sad to say,
the unhappy reality is,
you stand in the way
when I'm writing this.
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