Never quite fitting in,
Looking for solace.
Desperately seeking out shelter,
Struggling to see the point of it all
Where did it go wrong exactly?
When did everything start to fall down?
I've lost my grip on reality
My world spins out of control,
In a cyclonic rage
A rage that destroys every in it's path,
Threatening to end my very existence.
My soul as fragile as a china cup,
Smashed to pieces by the mass of confusion and fury that I've become
And with that,
My glass house comes crashing down.
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