I look down at my hands
Too small
Too far
Not mine not mine
I look at my face in the reflection
So blurry
Unreal
Is this me?
Who am I?
I feel my body
An exterior
A machine
Just a cage
Just a vessel
Right now
I'm more soul than body
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My Labyrinth Path
PoetryMy third official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart, and followed by My Scribble Thoughts. Have you ever felt lost? Like the maze in your head was never ending and you could not find a way out of the chaos? I have too. Take my hand and...
