My prison jump suit
Used to be an individual
now I'm just a complex number
stripped away from my own individuality
made me uncomfortably wake from my
Used to be a boy wonder.
I was living the life.
Didn't think I'd get sucked under,
didn't think I'd end up wanting to kill myself
with a hunting knife.
My wrongful deeds have made me feel as if I'm living in a
dreadful still life picture,
wishing someone would look at me
and reconsider and view me as a normal fixture.
Copyright © Jolly Figs | Year Posted 2013
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