Living a priestly life,
isolated even when surrounded,
the silence persists
his voice struggles to be loud
how was the night they ask,
answering good, so proud
underneath lies a different truth,
a glum realization, made since youth,
that no matter how nice a person can be,
until they let go, they'll never be free.
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The little troubles and squabbles,
don't bother me so much,
slow to anger and quick in the clutch,
parts of my personality,
but how often do I let people see,
see the person I know I can be,
the one with short and witty jokes,
with songs and a heart that's full of hope,
cheesy poetry and lines that could be,
more intelligence than my comments provoke,
full of wonder and curiosity,
my true self exposed to all,
avoid the worry, and avoid the fall.
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