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Another melodramatic poem from when I was a teen.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really free.
Sometimes I wonder if this is the way things have to be.
On some days I hope I'm dreaming
Hoping to awake from a world of seeming.
People wishing to help, but they won't come in.
Please tell me, is there any way to win?
A pain and hurt swelling inside
I want to run and hide.
The lied to me, they'll lie to you.
Is there nothing else that we can do?