I'm playing a game of chase,
I gotta run,
I'm the prey
I've had a target on my back for as long as I can remember
I'm on a dart board and,
knives are being thrown
I'm not divergent,
I am scared
I have too much,
of a target on my back
I can't escape it,
follows me everywhere
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Stuck In The Mind
PoetryA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.