Mixed

I’m feeling so unbelievably weak.
Of course you won’t see it on the outside:
But in this current, I flow like a turbulent creek
That’s gotten lost in its created tide.

I hear people say that there’s black and white,
But when they are mixed, they do make a gray
And I can’t always see what’s wrong and right.
I know there’s both in what I write and say.

--Written by Sandy Heights
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