Oh Lord, where do I start....
This mind so
Fragile. Like a doll.
These thoughts so
Many,
surging around in circles.
Never ceasing to the command of the inhibitor, but to the command of the speaker.
It's only a bird in a cage they tell me. The bird wants to be liberated too. It wants to soar in the wind.
I can see it breaking.
I can't see it.
It's too hard.
Oh the screaming pain,
Oh to
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PoetryPoems><My Life.... Basically a collection of things my mind says. Enjoy ♡
