Living inside of the closed spaces of my own mind

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Living inside of a closed space never can escape or taking an outlet to make the lines write my life and everyone seems to have it out for me each time but I still remember what I say to myself is stick and stones may break my bones but words never hurt me but sometimes they do sting. But seeing as how everyone is living their beyond the walls that keep me locked away from the outside world but sometimes I want to runaway from the problem in front of me but I know that running won't solve the destructive thoughts that invade my mind but living inside of a closed space inside of a closed void but cannot seem to fill in the gaps of what is empty inside and in front of me and instead I feel like I am writing the words of my mind on a blank canvas of no picture to show but just the words of my mind seem to deep through because I can no longer hold them inside of me and keep me locked inside of the closed space of my mind but hopefully I will be able to prove the truth instead of the lies everyone chooses to believe about me and yes some may be true to the heart but it feels like they are ripping out the pieces of me instead of putting back together the real me and I only wish someone out there could see that I am living in a closed space of my mind and I am only telling the story on these blank lines because I cannot seem to connect the dots to my own life of reality and while everyone expects me to figure something out I still am drawing a blank and I guess the truth is I feel like I having nothing going for my life and that I am a burden to every fire that touches me because it feels like everyone only seems to see my mistakes instead of my good traits and yeah I may have been a perfect picture in their eyes of smartness and brains but I like to think of me as being more than just a perfect picture because inside I feel like I am living in a closed space of my mind and a blank canvas of no words to come out and even though he was supposed to be the main character of this story the truth is I am the main character of my own storytelling.
Living in a closed space,
Wanting to be set free,
Help me find the way,
Because I feel like I am falling back but I am landing on the shards of glass through the thorns of roses,
But I am hoping to remember all of who I am
Because I feel like I lost her when I chose to lose the words to my own story,
And while everyone sees me as taking their anger out on me,
As if I am a venting to their mental health
And as much I want to understand and put myself in their shoes I don't know how I can when it seems to be a fight for my life everyday,
But I only hope to stop living in the closed spaces of my mind,
And find a way past this roadblock of life and like the song goes:
Somewhere over the rainbow,
The sun will come out tomorrow,
There will be light,
Like a daffodil in the night,
Where the flower shines its bright light,
And can see somewhere over the rainbow,
The sun will come out tomorrow.
Somewhere over the rainbow,
The sun will come out tomorrow,
And they say some things that are worth believing are the things we cannot see
But I am hoping that one day I will be able to see all that I can be.

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