Breathing in a crisp air bleeding through the papers of something unbeknownst to you, I listen to the sound of the voices that whisper to me but instead of doing what they say I do my own thing. Questioning my own sanity, I recede back into a hole, shelled and protected, my insanity grows. Waiting to get out, I pace around the room but I cannot find a crack, an escape. The walls are sealed and I'm stuck, stuck inside the place thats the corner of my mind. I'm trapped in that place destined to be someone I'm not.
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Trapped
PoetryDon't be someone you aren't even if you think you can't, you can always escape.
