my daily routine incorporates morphing thoughts i seem to shed,
constantly struggling with anxiety over future plans.
mornings are the only time i can actually be inside my head,
my ears are comforted by the silence and i know where i stand.
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as the day soon arrives i over-analyze my surrounding space,
my mind gasps for breath, my body tenses & my soul diminishes light.
coming into the "real world" makes me feel like i'm last in a race,
everyone in front is so eager to age that their actions block my sight.
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i feel like a lost spirit in this society because i just want to feel alive,
if conforming is the only way to be successful, why would i even strive?