The questions are not difficult.
It's the answers that are hard.
Walking a step in my own shoes,
A foot, and then a yard.
Honesty is painful.
Telling others how you feel.
It isn't imagination,
This life is mine. It's real.
I built it, or watched it,
As someone else built.
I let them dig in,
The knife to the hilt.
I didn't speak up,
I just wanted peace,
But it doesn't come,
From wolves wearing fleece.
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