why live?
it hurts to be alive
what pleasure there is
I derive from
my predicament
the role I've cornered myself
into
over the many years
peace is elusive and
promises nothing but
the cessation of my
identity
who will I be when
I cease to fight
for the right to
be me?
and yet
on the borders
of my mind
looms silence,
promising
a new day.
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