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Mar 2014
I am in jail in my own skin
Locked up inside, deep within

I am lonely and I am lost
Feeling like a strolling ghost

Flying around with no aim
Like a missing soul without a name

I am in jail in my own body
It’s not mine it’s too gaudy

Going around and around
Before getting drowned

Going up and away
β€˜till the end of the day

I am in jail in my own mind
Paying debts being fined

For being afraid of being me
For having eyes which could see

The smallest spark to make a change
To get far away out of the range

I am in jail in my self-esteem
I could cry, I could scream

I’m in jail in your careless heart
Making me fall apart

I am in jail with a blissful dream
Trying each day to get through the steam

I am in jail but I have an answer
To **** this feeling, prevent the cancer

I am in jail but I have a solution
I am starting today a new revolution
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
Afrodita Nestor
Written by
Afrodita Nestor  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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