Wrong place... wrong time
Not my field
Not my type
I listen .... I try
I put effort
But I can't
Can't see the ending of the start line
Can't feel the motivation
But they say motivation is a lie
Is there an alternative??
Is there areal path?
The world feels like a highway
But the exits are all closed
Running in circles
A vicious cycle ... Never ending
Want to stop
But the brakes don't work
So I'm waiting till my gas runs out
Waiting till I fall .. till I break down
Forgetting.... never processing
They say life is ups and downs
But here I am standing erect
While everything falling
Emotions and feelings
Not my areas of expertise
I draw a smile whenever I talk
Real steel not for show
But my thoughts override
I want settlement and content
But all I feel is fear
Fear of people
Fear of losing myself
Digging deep
Burying my thoughts and dreams
I hate myself
I hate my world
I hate the world
I hate it for entrapping me
But I feel it's my fault
Entrapping myself
In a vicious cycle
In an empty room
In a prison cell
Making my mind .... my Guantanamo bay
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Entrapped poem
PoetryA bunch of feeling in the form of words I hope to get some feedback to see if my writing is actually good
