I am not happy
but I am not sad,
instead somewhere between
content and mad.
The longer I stay here,
the more jaded I’ll be
by the feelings that betray
the deepest parts of me.
I am not stressed,
nor worry-free
but the weight of the world
is more than it seems.
The longer I hold it
the weaker I’ll be;
unable to hold my own
on the merciless streets.
I am not happy
but I am not sad,
I am just trying to be
better than bad.
Somewhere Between
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