Have you ever felt imprisoned?
How do I break free?
From this cycle, this cell.
Feeling sad, getting mad
at myself.
How do I break free,
from me?
I can still see,
the colors, from behind these bars.
I'm missing out,
I know I do.
I'll be fine.
There're new ways,
to find a smile.
Even if I'm stuck,
for a while.
I'm imprisoned.
I'm missing out.
But I'll break free,
from me,
eventually.
I'll find new ways.
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Pencil Twist
PoetryPoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
