It stays hidden in the dark,
Inside my head,
Inside my heart.
It wants to escape
It pounds the walls,
But its kept trapped.
It tears into my mind with claws of fire,
Its burned its mark into my being,
It. Is. Me.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
It stays hidden in the dark,
Inside my head,
Inside my heart.
It wants to escape
It pounds the walls,
But its kept trapped.
It tears into my mind with claws of fire,
Its burned its mark into my being,
It. Is. Me.
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