Center

by The Black Angel Lloyd Rose   Apr 4, 2006


Maybe it’s best if I keep out of shit,
All this pressure; I’m so sick of it.
I’m stuck in the middle with no way out,
In my head I scream and shout.

Caught between so many friends,
I see the happiness sorrow transcends.
Forever in the center I will be;
Fighting these feelings eternally.

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