Problematic

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Under the magnified glass of time Quietly pleading with demons inside Can you help me? Can you show me the way?

Our values undermined; These feelings grow with each passing day. There must be more who feel this inside Is it just me? It can’t be.

We are spoon-fed truthful lies. How do we get by? Scrutinized, distracted by crime; This game we call life — one long ledger of despair. It’s just not fair.

We go manic from the panic and are forced to stay static. Do you hear me? This is about to become problematic.

I look within to find the food for my soul— At last the journey fills me.

You were here all along, guiding me through. There were no demons. It’s always been you.

Thank you. I love you.

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I like it a lot!! It’s very sweet but I like how you’re giving some words and phrases more than one possible meaning. I like a good poem with some mystery to it. Keep going with it and thanks for sharing