What I Want To Be
I hear your voice screaming in the meadow,
words spoken abusively in the shadows.
I know it's not in my head. It grows.
I hear footsteps in the deep dark forest,
running like the sound of fearful horses.
But I know it's not in my head. It echoes
Sometimes I feel like I'm tightly confined and losing my mind.
My loss of ability to save who I want to be is taking over me from behind.
And though who I want to be is not what I always see,
it can't hurt to try.
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