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How do you feel? Is a question I hate No point explaining; you cannot relate

I don’t want to talk I don’t want to share

 You could be sincere I really don't care

What's on your mind? another shit line Easily avoided by saying I'm fine

If I told you, you’d regret you had asked

My inner thoughts are carefully masked

with good reason they’re not to be shared

I don’t feel the need for my soul to be bared

The fondness and affection which I always came to give,

 Has now gone away, simply doesn’t exist,

My mind is now contained by a deep and heavy mist-

 Cant concentrate on others, nothing more I have to give,

 My troubles are now amplified as I proceed to live

I don’t feel the security of a family anymore

Despising my sister even worse than before

Sick of the pretence hiding what should be said

Her insight of real life coming from something she read

Dad is no longer with this world neither is my mother

 Before, mum and I could always rely on one anotherI

fear the inner dark thoughts that remain from my losses

Morbidly aware we all bare our crosses

its all out of my control which evokes Hatred I feel

 the explosion of uncontrollable feelings are real

 fine line breaks quickly between  love and hate

am I now on the right path written in the hands of fate?

 past relationships were fickle I falsely gave love to all

 I've now  created a hard callous wall