Symbol of the Somber Soul

In the background, my poem: "Somber Soul: I still don’t really know why; But it feels so hard to try to rely; On everybody in general; From birth to my funeral; Even if by what I know the person has done me no harm; I feel as if they are just twisting my arm; To control me, like a puppet, saying “No strings attached”; But a moment too late they stab me in my back; I always expect them to attack; leave my body, mind and soul red, blue and black; This trust I lack; And yet I teach other people to deal with it; I feel I am a hypocrite; Every piece of gold from my mouth may be legit; But deep inside myself I can’t believe this shit; I want to be through with it; Distrust is something I hate; Its not the betrayal that stings the most though; Its simply the wait; So even though I walk the earth as a man of God; Underneath this exterior this is all a facade; Inside I am sure they all can’t wait till I die; Inside it really makes my soul cry..."

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