You're stuck.
All alone in a little hamster wheel. Going around 'n round.
Your head hurts. You're too dizzy to think straight.
Tired of the same routine, you look for a way out.
You're stuck.
You're in a small dark bubble, barely breathing.
You feel your heart hurts as you struggle to grasp reality,
Driving yourself mad thinking of ways to break out.
You're stuck.
That's all you keep thinking.
You're stuck. You're stuck. You're stuck.
Like a broken record inside your head mocking you.
You want to be wild and reckless, not safe, not stuck in some small town.
You've gone out of your way to stand out against your dull and dreary present.
Tried your best to be different, be unique.
Yet you're still here. Stuck.
You're stuck, stuck, stuck.
There's a perfectly working door to your left, it has remained closed until now.
Will you finally open it or will you stay enclose inside your tiny safe bubble?
The choice is clear, isn't it?
Yet the fear inside of you keeps you confined in.
The voice inside your head grows louder, angrier.
YOU'RE STUCK. YOU'RE STUCK. YOU'RE STUCK.
Maybe, just maybe, it's not the place itself, but the walls you've built around you that keep you stuck.
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PoesiaThey say truth always has a way to come out but sometimes it's easier to ignore that truth and live in blindness, and sometimes we all need a reality check and here's my reality check
