Of fear

Emotions spoil emotions and i am left untamed, My focus world shatters and i see a lot of fragmented evils- The happy storm inside me is stopped by the burden of morals, Yet to call it a burden would be to accuse my own feelings. Complex is what runs inside me with almost an expression outside, And what i fear is this explicit self coming alive. But that face,and that voice-but that kindness and that joy Which should i choose and what should i leave? One fades and comes back and the other remains silent and frank; Why was this suppose to happen?when the uncertain can't be certained And why do i still think of what i should not? and fear my will of what it should be- The tension and the conflict,can i really get away from it? Or am i confined to be forever lonely?

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