"Wow, I sound worse than ever
You have loved me never
My heart won't get that
I feel my emotions are a spoiled brat
Whoa, back up, what am I saying
For every one of these words I'll be paying
Only if I let them out
Then the world will have its doubts
I'm not totally insane
My emotions just fight my brain
Wow, I make no sense anymore
Talking as if gold makes me poor"
~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "Help Me Understand"
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