Most times I feel weary
I become emotional and dreary
Loneliness and boredom become allies
Sometimes, my sadness cries for butterflies

I try to be calm, and keep a cool demeanor
But deep inside lies a burning fire, very destructive
One that eats me up bit by bit
Enhancing my frustration and depression

My thoughts I can’t control
My melancholy I conceal within
I struggle with myself
I become a shadow of myself

I become so empty and pensive
I detest the feeling
I loathe the vile it comes with
I try to control it but
It seems like a familiar story at play
It keeps coming over and over again

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