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Array ( [sid] => 129966 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Trapped inside my thoughts [time] => 2006-12-30 18:38:55 [hometext] => [bodytext] =>
I know there is life outside these walls, I`ve seen it once before

If only I could figure out what keeps me trapped behind this door

Is it my self-esteem and depression that keeps me locked in this place?

Or is it my insecurities and fear that I just don`t want to face?

One minute I am strong, then the next I am weak

One minute life seems grand, then the next minute bleak

I look out my window, and do you know what I see?

People passing me by, living happy and free

And what am I doing? Nothing but the same old thing

Each and every night it is the same routine

It seems like my day consists of dwelling on how pathetic I have become

And before I know it the day is over, and I didn`t get anything done

I know what I want, and I know where I want to be

But I feel like inside there is something wrong with me

One minute I am laughing and joking around

Then the next minute I am sad, and don`t want to make a sound

Then I start to feel anxious, and I feel like I can`t breathe

And it`s confusing and frustrating that these feelings won`t leave

I want to snap out of it and come to my senses

Before I am put away in a place with barb wired fences

But I feel I have no control over the emotions I feel

And I don`t know what is wrong, therefore, I don`t know what to heal

And once again I feel overwhelmed so I just lay here and cry

Not knowing what to do, not knowing what to try








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Trapped inside my thoughts

Contributed by babylugz on Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 06:38:55 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry




I know there is life outside these walls, I`ve seen it once before

If only I could figure out what keeps me trapped behind this door

Is it my self-esteem and depression that keeps me locked in this place?

Or is it my insecurities and fear that I just don`t want to face?

One minute I am strong, then the next I am weak

One minute life seems grand, then the next minute bleak

I look out my window, and do you know what I see?

People passing me by, living happy and free

And what am I doing? Nothing but the same old thing

Each and every night it is the same routine

It seems like my day consists of dwelling on how pathetic I have become

And before I know it the day is over, and I didn`t get anything done

I know what I want, and I know where I want to be

But I feel like inside there is something wrong with me

One minute I am laughing and joking around

Then the next minute I am sad, and don`t want to make a sound

Then I start to feel anxious, and I feel like I can`t breathe

And it`s confusing and frustrating that these feelings won`t leave

I want to snap out of it and come to my senses

Before I am put away in a place with barb wired fences

But I feel I have no control over the emotions I feel

And I don`t know what is wrong, therefore, I don`t know what to heal

And once again I feel overwhelmed so I just lay here and cry

Not knowing what to do, not knowing what to try












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Re: Trapped inside my thoughts (User Rating: 1 )
by Jen_unknown_to_myself on Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 06:59:18 PM AEST
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I loved this poem. Says every thing that needs to be said and no more than that. I can relate to this so much. Keep up the good work.

Unknown to myself
Jen




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