The words I want to speak; the things i want to do are being held captive
Who I really am is not allowed to be shown
I have no choice but to remain voiceless, afraid of attention
Outcasted, by my own deceitful thoughts
Who I am at the core has no chance to be shown, instead i'm forced to adapt a "shy, quiet" persona.
What's the difference between pretending and living a real lie?
This is not who i am, this is not who I desired to become.
Life passes me by, while i'm forced to do nothing but sit and watch.
My mouth is a slave to my biggest fear of being misunderstood
Self doubt cuts my tongue every time I try to say something because I always feel like what I have to say doesn't matter to anyone but me..
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PoetryAll of the hidden battles I fought for 3 years, written into words...