I Must Be free

One by one they disapear
I am tempted to stop them,
to give them a reason for my ways.
Do I? I ask myself why I cannot muster up
one ounce of what I am.
I am left empty, with no hope of completion
the endlessness that embodies me
day, by day.

I can handle this, I tell myself over and over
thinking each time that it may be true.
They think they know me.
But can anyone truly ever know another individual?
Fully and honestly it is rather impossible, or so I believe,
to know every secret that lays inside the soul.

My heart marches on;
it is not the battle I seek,
but there is something deeply wrong with me.
Rigidly dilligent, it can be controled,
yet it is something that nobody else knows.
Oh, they've come close,
oh how close indeed.
I've halted those thoughts,
ripped them and slaughterred them
so that I may be free.
But at what cost?
Body, mind, spirit..
All willing candidates being bartered in a game I call my life.
I will not settle to lose.
there will be no other way for me...
So what now?
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