And the one before that,
Though, whether it exists at all,
Is an insignificant fact.
I don't mean to dance around it,
If you know what I mean.
I've always felt that the more truthful I am,
The less I am saying.
And though you open the doors,
I cannot walk right in.
My mind is like a boulder on the edge,
Refusing to fall in.
Now you tell me to stop,
Expressing myself.
I guess I thought things were a little different,
Now I'm afraid for my mental health.
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