Troubled Soul
I go through my day
and wade through my dispair.
I put up a veiled front
for all to see.
But I am only
lying to myself.
My friends say,
through my eyes,
my book is read.
I have struggled
with this delimma,
a tug of war between
my heart and soul.
Between my heart's desire
and my duty.
How much I want to escape
this stockade that
imprisons my heart.
To be the one
who lies deep within.
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