Stand up, fall back.

It’s a constant battle.

It hurts so much.

To find a reason to smile,

Lose it again.

Seem so good,

But it’s in vain.

Drives me insane.

The highs and low,

Don’t know where to go.

Looking for a natural flow.

But nothing appears.

No reason to move on.

The realization drags me down.

Place again the frown.

Dressed in public,

Worse than a clown.

Faking the upside down.

Living in a ghost town.

Wishing for the future,

Living the now.

-M.A. Fernández

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