Date: 2018 Age: 17
I feel so trapped. Locked up. Stuck in. Surrounded by. Everything but nothing at the same time.
Trapped. Between. Below. Because of. People and their wants and needs that fall on me.
Trapped. Squished. Crushed. Shattered. For no reason that makes sense but makes all the sense in the world.
Trapped. Around. With. By. Confusion, doubts, feelings. I'm trapped but I'm completely free.
How can I be trapped when I'm roaming the streets? How can I be trapped when I'm walking the halls seeing others smile at me?
How can I be trapped when I come home to a stable family? How can I be trapped when nothing bad has happened to me?
How? How can I be trapped?
I'm trapped but I'm free? This couldn't be... unless.
Unless, the one that's trapped is me.
Yet, the one that's free is who I'm wanted to be.
Side note: This must have been around the time I realized I may have a talent with words. Not gonna lie rereading this made me feel a surge of pride for my 17 year old self. This just might be the best thing I have ever and will ever write in my entire life.
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Non-FictionThis isn't really for reading purposes. It's just shit I had to get out of my head and onto paper... or screen I guess. I felt like putting them here would help get them further out of my head. I'm trying to find better ways to cope than just keepin...
