Crowded, surrounded in a room
Costraphobic from the eyes with looks of intent
Surrounded by perception, thought and gestures
And feeling of loneliness, in a room
Which offers no space
You struggle for thought
You struggle for reality
Immense Tension inside amounts
As you strive for freedom
A way out, survival
A way out of the shackles
You sit in amazement
Pondering the, how’s, shortcomings, expectations
And regrets as a new battle begins,
You eye catches the Mirror
Which you struggle to see in a clear conscious
As the mist, of confusion clears
An empty room a waits
And the battle with in is realized
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