Growing Pains

It hurts, It progresses
I'm confused, distraught
I have no train of thought

My head is surrounded by mystery
and skeptical trickery

The spreading, like a deranged virus of
emotional constipation
And the wanting of moving on
through anticipation

I know in my heart, the path is near
to less pain and fear

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