I'm torn between Black&white
things are either too wrong or too right,
They always have been.
It's either all or nothing at all
and i'm always stuck in one place
too afraid to leave the safe house
so all i do
is sit by the window
in hope to go
searching for my home one day
but that one day
hasn't come yet
& isn't any where near in sight either.
all i do is daydream about the one day
when i could smile & say i made it finally
but that one day is so far out of reach.
I'm so accustomed to living in my bubble now
only way out i find is (to) daydream.
I've not lived yet . . .
&
I fear i may never will.
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