It's hard, to stand upright,
When the thorn in your side-
Stabs and stings all the time,
It's hard not to look back in anger-
When the past won't die
And leave you alone.
It's hard to look forward,
With all the obstructions
Covering your path.
In time, the pain becomes numb
And normal is a fake death;
Living but not quite,
The juxtapositions of a hard life.
J.Bibi
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