You cannot see it, nor can you touch it
As it is not a tangible thing
But it’s there in the times that require oxygen to breathe
In the days that start and end
It is there, always there
Yet the thing about it is that
It isn’t subjective
Old, men, young, woman
It will consume any standing in it’s path
It is there, always there
It makes the healthy sick
And the rich feel poor
Having it all, still feels like nothing
Being your best, doesn’t feel good enough
It is there, always there
Labeled crazy, pathetic and weak
For struggling to fight it
For trying not to let it change you
A lifelong presence or a life too short lived,
You can never simply win
It is there, always there
The harsh reality of it is
That it can never be overcome
If you simply push it away
Because it is there, always there
Until that day you take control of your life again
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