Stilted Poem by Myrah Carls
Stilted
All I have is myself -
with all of my insane ramblings.
I laugh, I cry,
I sometimes stare in the mirror -
and simply ask 'why? '
Alone, feeling confined,
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
these four walls are closing in -
the lone spectator
to the torment I'm feeling inside.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
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