Sell Me Something

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Pushing, prodding,
Stop, I'm nodding
Off to sleep, just leave
      Me alone

Tales taunting
Me, and haunting
My nightmares, and now
      I'm on my own.

Truly frightening,
Struck like lightning,
I'm in a spotlight, caged
       By answers I know.

How do I tell them
The words that I fear, when
I don't know how to
        Speak from the soul.

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