Torn

My friends say I’m gullible 

Just not that lovable

My conscience says I’m weak

Or am I more of a creep

I think of my life

The times I’ve mistaken wrong from right

My mind tells me I’m alive

But maybe I’m just too quiet

My body and soul are fading

Then I’m torn, Torn from waiting

Waiting and anxious how life will turn out

My fears just want to make me shout

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