Feeling trapped.
I am here
In a room.
I am here
Close to my doom.
I am there,
standing in the road.
I am there,
speaking in code.
I’ll sit by you,
while the world expects the other.
I’ll sit by you,
my nature like a mother.
I’ll sleep under the moon,
she’ll guide me on my way.
I’ll sleep under the moon,
praying you won’t hear the words I say.
I am hiding from my path,
I don’t want you to see me.
I’m hiding from my path,
I can never become what I am supposed to be.
I will let you go,
as I am falling.
I will let you go,
no longer stalling.
I will speak the truth,
or as much of it as I can.
I will speak the truth,
forgetting everything as I ran.
I’m clearly not real,
don’t you forget the lies.
I’m clearly not true,
I’ll be the one who dies.
I am here,
in a cold white room.
I am here,
patiently awaiting my doom.
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