by Amanda
There's a conflict brewing,
deep in the middle of my mind.
It's slowly finding its way,
finally finding the day.
The conflict has become,
a part of who I am,
and who I must become.
Fighting its way to the surface,
trying to leave my mind's domain.
My head pounds,
as the conflict inside is torn.
Suddenly,
my mind brings me to realize,
that no conflict was present,
nothing was ever there,
it was a cliche,
a nothing.
There was nothing to become,
nothing to strive to be,
because I've been it all along.
I've been strong throughout it all,
honest with myself and others.
Passionate with nature itself,
and proud of who I am.
The conflict was a cliche,
a nothing,
a mirage of the imagination,
a conflict of nothingness.
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