Heart aching,
Jumping up and down,
concealed in a shell,
Stuck in someone's skin.
This isn't me, but I can't be myself.
Stuck in a prison,
They're closing me in.
I gotta be good.
Screaming from in,
But no one can hear.
I don't belong here,
but they're closing me in.
My head is throbbing
I can't breathe.
I'm going crazy,
I'm stuck in my own hell.
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Seashell in The Sand
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry about my life. The things I go through and the things I witness. Some are happy, some are sad, and some won't make any sense. Sometimes life doesn't either.
