Feeling like a hostage in my body,
A criminal trapped inside my own skin,
Or a prisoner trying to break free.
Feel like a victim of my own sins,
Like an anchor weighing down my ship.
A stranger stuck in my own shell,
Or a butterfly deprived of its wings.
It feels so foreign and so queer,
To feel hollow and trapped inside my own headspace.
No more than a mere shadow lurking in my fantasies,
Or a little whisper in my dream.
A visitor in my own cage.
Just another trapped broken soul,trying to break free.
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Poetry"A glimpse inside will scare you away but the ones who really care will choose to stay" ~The words that once struggled to be said, The thoughts that longed to be put into words, The feelings that were tired of being pushed aside, And the emotion...
