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Sometimes, life throws itself at me.

It throws curve balls, and fast balls,

And sometimes the pitch is so crazy, that I feel I can't hit the ball.

I live up to everyone's expectations,

I am told that I am perfect, all the time.

And sometimes I feel like the world depends on me.

Everyone closes their doors on me,

And I am left standing alone in the hallway,

Trying to unlock everyone's door.

And sometimes, I don't have enough keys.

Sometimes, I feel as if it has been me who has locked themselves away.

I try to be the light in everyone's tunnel,

Be the dancing feet to the never ending beat.

But the rain always seems to cast a shadow over the horizon.

Sometimes dancing in the rain is so hard for me, that,

Sometimes,

I strike out.