You say your gonna stick around
Then you turn around
Looking for the exit
Spinning in circles
Looking for a way out
Feeeling so hopeless
As the walls close in
You think There's no way out
You drop to the ground
Still looking for a way out
As the walls begin to crumble around
The smoke clears
An the light shines
You realize theres only one way out.
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete
PoetryPoems I've wrote over the years From a young teenager to the adult I am today. Poems have always been my way to express how I'm feeling an what I'm going through, it's Me being vulnerable, laying it all out there. I always said "if I don't talk abo...
