Sometimes when I sit alone
I wonder where I'll be in ten years
Right now I'm trapped in my own skin.
I need to get away before I self destruct.
I think too much about mistakes
I curl up in my mind and sit on self hatred.
This negativity drags me down a path
I'm too **** young to take.
This town suffocates every part of me-
I am such an insignificant part of this
Insignificant place.
How am I supposed to think about my future?
I don't have a glimmer of myself in mind.