I see you
Wandering,
Insecure
and
thinking you’ll get
noticed,
But never
Successful
With that.
Think
of yourself
as a
tree,
In a
Forest
All the same,
I
See you
Surrounded
With conformity,
And
Covered
In everyone else.
An
exception would be
If
you broke out
from
those chains,
But
society makes
inadequacies
like that
Fall
off
like sweat,
And
fade like
an
old photograph.
This theme,
I
feel a sick
burning
Rising in
the
pit of my
stomach
Soon to project
through
my voice,
Screaming
‘til my throat
rebels.
To
get away
would be
too
soon.
Freedom
from this twisted
carousel
That
never stops,
An
escape that
never
comes would
be
anarchy.

 
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