Do you know what it’s like
To be caged by your brain
A place supposed to be free
To be who you are
Graced with heaven or hell
To be changed by so little
Torment yourself wholly
To be what is right
It doesn't stop at your mind
To be in rambling circles
Losing your breath
To be at the mercy of fear
Shaking ever so carefully
To be seen merely as cold
Digging into Earth you call skin
To be laced with liquid iron
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
Do you know what it’s like
To be caged by your brain
A place supposed to be free
To be who you are
Graced with heaven or hell
To be changed by so little
Torment yourself wholly
To be what is right
It doesn't stop at your mind
To be in rambling circles
Losing your breath
To be at the mercy of fear
Shaking ever so carefully
To be seen merely as cold
Digging into Earth you call skin
To be laced with liquid iron
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