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My mind is pulled apart in fragments,
All the issues and dramatics and conflictions grabbing a corner
And yanking with all their strength
Until I'm left in shambles
Of frantic anxiety,
Not knowing which way to turn,
Where to move.
I could be sliced with a knife,
Either literally, or figuratively,
And the resulting tension mirrors that reality
in with almost mocking veracity.
A friend is there with an ear to lend,
Yet that shoulder to lean on always seems otherwise occupied.
Is it honestly? Or is it shown to be in an attempt to thwart temptation?
Situations that seems so clear, so transparent
Yield to complexities that absolutely no one seems willing to acknowledge,
When all I want to do is wipe the windshield free of this fog
And drive away from the entire mess,
Preferably unscathed.
All the issues and dramatics and conflictions grabbing a corner
And yanking with all their strength
Until I'm left in shambles
Of frantic anxiety,
Not knowing which way to turn,
Where to move.
I could be sliced with a knife,
Either literally, or figuratively,
And the resulting tension mirrors that reality
in with almost mocking veracity.
A friend is there with an ear to lend,
Yet that shoulder to lean on always seems otherwise occupied.
Is it honestly? Or is it shown to be in an attempt to thwart temptation?
Situations that seems so clear, so transparent
Yield to complexities that absolutely no one seems willing to acknowledge,
When all I want to do is wipe the windshield free of this fog
And drive away from the entire mess,
Preferably unscathed.