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The anger, the pressure!

You're choking down your

words again, feel the

nerves set in.

Unspoken frustration!

They see right through you,

paper thin like the

ghost within.

A heart that feels no pain,

addicted to the game.

Breaking beneath the strain,

I am paralyzed.

The stare of a stranger is

like a wound that bleeds again,

silent as the dead.

The victim, the martyr!

like Daniel in the Lion's Den,

time and time again.

A heart that feels no pain,

addicted to the game.

Breaking beneath the strain,

I am paralyzed.

I am paralyzed!

A heart that feels no pain,

addicted to the game.

Relentless mental drain,

what do you stand to gain?

Viewing life through such

a narrow, fractured lens will

ensure you end up on the losing end,

breaking beneath the strain.

I am paralyzed...