Confined
Here i am, i wont pretend.
I sometimes, maybe act like them.
I make mistakes and think bad thoughts.
I sometimes act on what im taught.
I mope around in cold dismay,
Longing for the clouds of grey.
Dreaming of a better life,
Searching for a higher high.
Yet who i am, is far more deep.
An honest, anxious , coward , freak.
I speak yet always never hear.
Its like their plans are never clear.
I steer away from confrontation.
Ive gone that route too long.years wasted.
I always speak in song and rhyme
In my own head im stuck. Confined.
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