Can't live up to what they See,
Expectations that can't be Me.
Hard to live in a World not Mine,
Being held down by a Trap of Vines.
Tired of being Pushed around,
Sick of being Pulled down.
Just want to live in a World that's Mine,
But i feel like i'm being Strangled by Vines.
A large Dark Door is the only way out,
Need to Escape without a Doubt.
Feel like a Puppet led by Strings,
So Confused about what Life Brings.
It wont Stop till i leave this Hole,
that is my only Teenage Goal.
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