There are days when I can't hear a sound
except my own sad story
Twisted thoughts
thrown around
in a state of constant purgatory
I had plans-still do-
searching for my own
moment of glory
Years passed & each one
clashed
with the colour of my thoughts
Mocking shadow
hard to swallow
all the lessons
I've been taught
Feel like I'm drowning
in all the small talk
and the chatter
just need someone
to catch my drift
converse with substance
and foundation
of things that matter
I'm so weary
Surrounded by these walls
Weight of life so heavy
Expectations so tall
I didn't mean to prove
I was good enough
Just to lose...
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