Stuck with a million thoughts,
In my head
I mean,
I am stuck.
Locked in
With a pillow over my head,
Not letting me breath
Is it too late?
Is it too late to show you?
How good I can be.
I am complicated but underestimated.
I believe I can grow but,
Not with this heaviness on my chest
Stuck…. stuck I will be
Until people realize the real me
Not knowing what the world holds for us
Is something we need to trust?
The future will define my life.
Not the past
I am only me and me is all I need.
Going and facing alone
Is something we all have to do?
I am eventually stuck with myself.
Stuck as I will be.
- Author: Reina ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2023 17:46
- Category: Sad
- Views: 12
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