A Shadowy Shroud
Tell me, what do I do when even what I feel is wrong
When in everything I do there is some kind of fault
What to do when I start to question my own sanity
How did it even come to this, is it just me?
Oh I know that these feelings surely will not last
Because, as the saying goes, this too shall pass
Still, my disillusionment hangs like a shadowy shroud
And still I remain unbowed
© 2014 Shannon
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