Rant Poems

Right, Or Right?

I walked across the straight line,
Always saying that I'm fine.
I didn't want their help,
But it always feels like I'm in a crime.
I can't make up my mind,
I can't focus on a decision,
If this keeps up for long,
There'll be a collision.
The path I took felt wrong,
The path that's left was right,
I'm not sure what to do,
It's all gone out of sight.
The air felt rough and shallow,
All I saw was white.
Escaping was all I could do but,
If I could run free,
Would they come recapture me?
And bring me back that night.

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