Every day my box gets smaller and smaller
While the stress grows three times its size
Not able to move as freely as i use to
With out running in to a wall that represents the ignorance of a closed mind
One day this box will get so small
It will
BREAK
And all patients will be gone, with the only thing left is the stress
Bigger than me
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POEMS
PoetryTheses are the feeling that you keep inside and never let out Those feelings when your heart can never stop beating Those feelings that you can never explain And feelings you have yet to experience
