I am trapped,
trapped in the middle of everything
In this glass jar of my mind
My mind is a place where I am lost
The light I hold in my hands,
is the only light in the darkness that I know far too well
Outside of this glass prison people watch, but nobody realizes what is really going on.
But the world goes on, trees grow and lives are lived.
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The Poison of The Mind
PoetryA little insight to what goes on up there. Highest Rankings: #90-longing #112-anxious