I am trapped,
Not under lock and key
Not in a room with just me.
But in a place filled with persons
I am muted, their laughter worsens
I try to shout I try to cry
But I have been solidified.
I feel sick
Nauseous from my own mind.
My brain is the room I am trapped in
My thoughts the kin.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
I am trapped,
Not under lock and key
Not in a room with just me.
But in a place filled with persons
I am muted, their laughter worsens
I try to shout I try to cry
But I have been solidified.
I feel sick
Nauseous from my own mind.
My brain is the room I am trapped in
My thoughts the kin.
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