I wish to scream.
For the frustration has built up, and
the guilt I feel is overwhelming, and
the distance I know is scorching.
But the scream keeps getting stuck,
behind the bars inside of me.
The cage I built,
I can't seem to escape from.
A/N: I really wish to scream.
But I don't know how to remove the limits I set on myself anymore.
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