going through the day walk around confused
I’m covered in the sunny yellow mask
giving myself away i feel misused
all my energy put to the hard task
in my head the voices tend to whisper
about the uselessness, i feel alone
outside i take a breath feeling crisper
my emotions inside are a cyclone
i don’t feel like me anymore, why me
feeling so childish crying away
my heart only desires one thing; free
but my body is encased in hard clay
i can't wait for the day where i am me
but till that day comes i will feel under sea
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