I am stuck,
No tremblings, no quivers, no tears.
I just feel that I am running out of luck.
For I know that I will always have these built up fears
Of growing without purpose,
Of being something unworthy,
Of words left to rot inside a carcass.
How then will I escape a journey
Filled with too much sorrow?
It's funny because my body forbids me to take a step closer
A move that supposedly will help me catch my tomorrow.
So when I look upon my mirror
I see a girl who's stuck
Within all of that chaos
Waiting to run amok
But chained and trapped
Inside her own mind, confined.
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