I have gone mad beyond odds
Nostalgiated by living frauds
Dark rage building inside
Getting worse when I try subside
It’s like no air in my wind pipe
And feelings that I try to type
Nightmares and unslept nights
Against hope losing fights
A feeling whose name I don’t know
One which I don’t want to know
For once why can’t it fall right
Someone justify my plight
Tired of being scooted out
Like steam out of kettle’s snout
Out of lives I attach mine too
For breaking trust I should sue
But I contemplate; me or you.
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