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Motivation, i know not what it is,

But what it means,

To be locked inside, unable to scream,

Nothing to throw at walls,

which are not there.



I know not how to say these things,

All i can do is write them down,

And place them in a drawer,

to be ignored.

I know not how to fight my causes,

All i can do is write.

And think of them, in bed at night.



And I could not find the words,

If you were to shove them down my throat.

I'd blush, and stumble, disintegrate,

As i know not what it is to shout,

My heart does not pour out...



Such liquid would freeze,

If I thought to ever open my mouth,

As i know not how to stand before you,

Naked, exposed, with my feelings on show,

I know i could not do.



And i know not how to stand up for myself,

All i do is stand against myself,

I threw the rock that knocked me down.

I know not how to love myself,

Or how to express another emotion,

Than this tired old one i always do,

Each word i write is overused...



And i know not how to stand out,

Without feeling discomfort.

Knowing exactly how to fit in,

Yet i know not how to play pretend.

I'm not the one that you should ask,

I know no answers to your questions.