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You wonder why I'm so despondent
You question why I'm so hopeless and downhearted.
While you watch me writhe with my hands tied
As you observe me in agony while I'm restrained.
But you never want to see this side of brick and bone
However, you never wish to witness this aspect of my inner strength and vulnerability that I conceal when I return home.
I leave at the door when I come home
The emotional burden that I carry but leave behind when I enter home.
What is home but an edifice of flesh and stone?
What defines a home but a structure made of physical and emotional elements?
That I don't really know
I'm uncertain about that concept.
Forced to stand alone
Forced to endure difficulties and face challenges by myself.
One step away from apathy
Close to feeling indifferent or lacking concern.
It's none of your concern
It's not something that involves you.
No matter what I try, still I feel nothing
Despite my efforts, I remain emotionally detached.
And not a stone unturned
Every possible aspect or detail has been thoroughly examined.
A bite of the bittersweet, they beg and plead for a taste
Experiencing a mixture of both pleasure and pain that others eagerly desire to experience.
The low-hanging fruit you feed
The easily accessible rewards or advantages you provide.
Behind closed doors, a waste
Privately, a complete waste or misuse.
Bent on demise, it's in benign design
Determined or committed to destruction, all within a harmless or innocent plan.
The voice inside your head will quiet fears when you are dead
The inner voice that brings solace by calming fears, especially in death.
Do you feel the same
Do you experience similar emotions?
Faces without a name?
Encountering unknown individuals or situations without identity.
One step away from apathy
Close to feeling indifferent or lacking concern.
It's none of your concern
It's not something that involves you.
No matter what I try, still I feel nothing
Despite my efforts, I remain emotionally detached.
And not a stone unturned
Every possible aspect or detail has been thoroughly examined.
And in the end, it's just a game you play
In the end, life is merely a game you engage in.
You rip my pride away
You systematically strip away my dignity.
It's just the price I pay
It's the consequence I have to face.
And in the end, my bones don't bend, they break
Ultimately, I don't yield or surrender, I break under pressure.
You're not my friend, you're fake
You're not a genuine friend, you're false.
And you hold all the blame
You carry the responsibility and fault for the situation.
They say I'm out of luck, misfortune's in my blood
People claim I'm consistently unlucky, with misfortune inherent in my life.
I'm sick of feeling stuck, can't stand to be undone
I'm tired of feeling trapped and unable to progress, can't tolerate being unraveled or destroyed.
I'm holding out for love, but ended up with none
I'm anticipating love but end up without any.
Not your prodigal son
I'm not the returning and repentant child as portrayed in stories.
Not your prodigal son
-Not your prodigal son
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