I cower alone in a quiet room my thoughts regret themselves
Hate the fact that I exist to be told what to tell
It would just be better if I was gone I blend in too perfectly
Caged inside shocking feelings I know I must surface these ...
we all scurry over one another searching for our purpose
but true feelings stifle and suffocate deep beneath the surface
waiting on a sign to confirm what i already know
well thought and better planned, too afraid to show ...
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