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mississippi_gal_10
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I found this poem in my sister's room that she apparently wrote. please analyze it. is she depressed. or do you think this is normal? i think the poem is pretty good regardless. just want to make sure i should not be worried about her. please give me your thoughts.
No one
No one can tell me what is in my own heart
The questions are there to pick apart
The fear, the joy, the pain and the bliss
There is apparent vagueness in the meaning to this
No one can tell me what is in my own mind
They can search intently with no answer to find
The doubts, the certainties, the confusion and the clarity
The solution is near but you will find a disparity
No one can tell me what is in my own soul
Is there significance, purpose, or some powerful role
The guilt, the redemption, the shame and the grace
It can be looking right at you but wearing a disguised face
No one can tell me
And I can tell you why
For if I cannot know this of myself
How can anyone else
No one
No one can tell me what is in my own heart
The questions are there to pick apart
The fear, the joy, the pain and the bliss
There is apparent vagueness in the meaning to this
No one can tell me what is in my own mind
They can search intently with no answer to find
The doubts, the certainties, the confusion and the clarity
The solution is near but you will find a disparity
No one can tell me what is in my own soul
Is there significance, purpose, or some powerful role
The guilt, the redemption, the shame and the grace
It can be looking right at you but wearing a disguised face
No one can tell me
And I can tell you why
For if I cannot know this of myself
How can anyone else