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The Gnome Inside

Tell me the truth
I'll tell you a lie
Inside my soul
a tiny gnome hides
He lives by himself
feasting on anger
Drinking my tears
protecting from danger
He sits quite alone
the table all set
the main course served up
we mustn't forget
to serve plenty of
loneliness, sadness, regret
frustration, fear, tension, upset
Next is dessert - a very rich treat
topped with whipped cream
a mouse of defeat
After so many meals
of this size and sort
he's beyond sick
I'm sad to report
His belly is full,
arteries clogged,
head messed up,
brain is all fogged
He's clutching his chest...
a heart attack!
Falling to the floor
he's not coming back
Now I'm left to take over
the emotions he's eaten
Will I prevail?
or will I be beaten?