All Is Well


All is well.
The feeling that is tearing at my soul,
From the inside out,
Of all that I am.
The secrets that I hold,
The secrets that I long to know-
The things that have been told,
The things that remain a mystery.
A ripping of my heart,
The crying of a tear-
No one know the truth,
No one knows the way.
Will they ever listen?
Will they ever tell?

No one knows the mysteries;
I know not of what they speak.
I'm falling apart,
But there's no one here to see it,
No one here to hear it.
Shut up on the inside;
Kept under lock and key-
Yet here I stand,
And all is well.

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