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Ruby Tunkel May 2016
Im a prisoner
Behind my own eyes

My windows
Are round in shape and small in size

My hands are just
Machines I control with my mind

Do I belong in this body?
Because I dont feel here all the time

I can see everything
Should we not be kind?

I can see everything
I wish we had more time

I can see everything
Love each other or die

I can see everything
And I got society on my mind

I am a prisoner
Behind my own eyes
Ruby Tunkel May 2016
Dripping water
Licking my skin
Sipping sickly cells
Oh where do I begin

Moist and moldy corners
On the borders
Of my bathtub
Which I don't love
But I love being in

"Can you hear me"
"Can you hear me"
My voice echos off the walls
But the pitter patter
Of this liquid matter
Drowns out my calls

If I were a tugboat I would float
But I'm only human so I sink
When I'm on the brink
Of what I think

Will change the wistful way I wonder
And I ponder
This simple liquid matter

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