A Prison of My Own Making
Where is my life heading? why do I constantly feel like I'm going in the wrong direction?
is it a lack of confidence or my intuition? I have a vision but I cant put it into words.
even if I could you'd never understand its not like anything you've ever heard.
Can someone please point me into the right direction? I feel like im losing all connection to reality and human beings, i feel like an alien on a television screen.
Im screaming but no one can hear me. They refuse to listen I'm trapped in a mental prison.
Copyright © Hazel Love | Year Posted 2018
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