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A slew of good intentions under a pile of broken dreams
The same anxieties return as my mind runs through different scenes
In each one I differ slightly, only on the outside do I vary
Each variation, its own nightmare, reveals fear I still carry
These fears are hard to face for they are lasting and abhorrent
The voice inside my head says they're nothing, but I'm forced to ignore it
I don't know if I'm the liar or if the liar is that voice
All I know is that when the bottles are refilled, I will not have a choice
The same anxieties return as my mind runs through different scenes
In each one I differ slightly, only on the outside do I vary
Each variation, its own nightmare, reveals fear I still carry
These fears are hard to face for they are lasting and abhorrent
The voice inside my head says they're nothing, but I'm forced to ignore it
I don't know if I'm the liar or if the liar is that voice
All I know is that when the bottles are refilled, I will not have a choice
Unless you know me personally, you won't fully understand this poem. Face value it's a decent poem but, unless you know exactly what this poem is about, you won't completely grasp what this is saying without the story behind it. If you really want the story behind this then send me a note and I'll somewhat vaguely explain it to you. 
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reminds me of me. anxious/depressed, obsessing over thoughts that feel like they arent your own, and you want them out.....maybe, maybe not...but thats what I think of. Me.