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The silent cry that controls my perception,
Remains the constant reason and excuse for me hesitation,
Questions are never enough, science can lead,
Answers are half truths, religion I can't believe,
The sound of my confusion; my fleeting heart,
The strings of DNA, my family no longer take part,
There is a pile of positive thoughts, arranged in a heap,
My only friend; my teddy bear continues not to speak,
Inception of directions points more than one direction,
Can I live without the band aid I hide behind? The needed infection,
Blood remains trapped, always a single thought under the surface,
This prison of skin, my knife attempts to evolve and walk away, always nervous,
That the sight of a father holding the hand of his son,
Will remind me that my sons grave is a trigger, why does smoke stem from this gun?
That the sight of a homeless person looking at me with a smile,
Will remind me that assets are meaningless, emotions are needed not denial,
That the sound of positive words shared, from one stranger to another,
Reminds me that those words pass through me, I need guidance from my mother and father,
My mothers grave is easily taken over by weeds, I can't see,
The strings of DNA that once applied to me,
My fathers face, ten years since that smile had strength to be,
The strings of DNA that are buried despite his breathing, he is not me,
A rooming house of strangers, I convince I'm alone,
The silent cry that controls my perception,
Remains the constant reason and excuse for me hesitation,