“The struggles”

Timber, it all came crashing down

A tidal wave of pressure,

Like a New York intersection at rush hour

Holding onto the wheel, searching for the power

Clinging to hope, that this rain cloud would pass

These bad days, they wouldn’t last

Darkest before the light, is what they say

Wonder if depression, works that way? 

Go to sleep calm, wake up manic

See the sun shine, and wash off the panic

Dressed for the job, find the mask for today

Fake it until you make it, the American way 

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