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I wake up every day, and feel as if I’m already late.

A clock on the wall that won’t change its fate.

My body is aching, so is my life.

I search for light in this world of fright.

I smile when I’m expected, nod when I should.

I say that I am fine because the word ‘Fine’ sounds good.

The hidden truth behind fear cannot be expressed in words.

And my inner voice can never be heard.

I suffer from my own unexpressed feelings throughout the day,

And stumble through anger, losing hope on the way.

But I need to move ahead creating my own history.

Writing the pages of my untold life story.