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Solitary

I know I'm home and I'm not alone

sick inside cuz the wounds at the bone my friend

such a strange feeling getting to me

I contradict every thought that I have

 

A special friend blending words in my head

Secret to the trend is make everything feel threatening

Driving through the fog with my brights on

As the lights pass by I get mystified

 

I'm too big for the room I'm in

Am I wrong or maybe it's actually my skin

I'm going to rip apart this reality

and peel back the shades that have came to cover me

 

Staring out like I'm in a cell

In and out like a raging swell

I can say that I'm happy with the ones I love

Though I'm scared to go outside and lose comfort in the shelter

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Written by
shane-bruter-engisch
American
Published
Apr 25, 2020
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#paranoid#love#hope#prison#inside#introvert#scared#fear#compassion#safety
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