Untitled Monologue Poem by Low Li Ling Jasmine

When I noticed my nervous inner monologue
I already made a string of misguided impulses and decisions
It drove me to my secret fort
I wrapped myself with quietness and unwavered stonic composture
Under the crust of hardness, I shivered under chilly regard

I believe everyone is searching for a pair of wings
To lift them up and away from the chains of self-locked agony
Though the glory of heaven commanded my vision, it did not hold my entire attention
I am so alone