It'll Show Itself
You would lie and pretend;
unable to defend
being home each weekend,
all by herself.
You always feel depressed;
your feelings seem suppressed,
placing thoughts not expressed
on a bookshelf.
When you feel sad inside,
happiness gets denied;
and hopes and doubts collide,
damning oneself.
Anxieties begin
attacking you, wherein
all hope withers within,
blaming yourself.
You think love doesn't exist;
although your friends insist
that if you'd but, persist,
it'll show itself.
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