I cannot bear
The weight
Of the world
On my shoulders
Anymore.
I cannot
Anymore
Help the needy
And I cannot
Anymore
Be
The voice
Of the voiceless.
For my shoulders
Have sagged
And my voice
So very sore.
My mind
Is now
A battleground
Of
Other people's trauma
and perhaps
a suspicion
that the world
is rotten
at its very core
for
a lot of people.
How then
Do I live
A normal
Nice and kind
Life
If I cannot be
Where they need me?
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