My soul is in a state of unrest.
I try and I try,
then I lie.
I cannot hide.
People see the real me,
even though I wear a mask.
My minds view shows an unreliable clown
living a carefree life.
That couldn't be farther from the truth.
Everyone has suffered,
one way or the other.
My insecurities,
and doubt,
need to be cast out.
Written on a pad,
ripped from the pages,
placed in a bottle,
and thrown to the sea.
Only then will my heart be light.
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