Fish Bowl
My life a fish bowl
Two directions
Only one path
Confessing it is
Circling seeking acceptance
No matter the direction no real result
Tired of swimming in this same bowel
Tired of lacking structure
Tired of regret
Tired of resentment
Tired of rage
Tired of not belonging
How does one free itself from this bowel
Jump outside myself i die
So i continue to swim around and around
This bowl the obstacle of my pain.
Till i no longer see myself as the fish bowl but instead the fish.
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