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my emotions chant and yell to be heard
   but shudder at the thought of care

they exclaim that the injustice is not fair
  but rarely will it make its move to care

they scramble along self destructive paths
  but will lay bruised at another's hand

they scream and claw at the memories within
   but lay silent when finally let in

they shy away in the corner to be ignored
  but steadily move forward after everyone's nowhere

they fight to understand others
   but will start to despise me the moment im under the covers

they will keep me up at night with their demands
   but will do little to heed what lays underneath the sands

-these emotions are coming back with a vengeance against me