My World

Confined to the walls of my bedroom, stuck talking to the face in the mirror

Day after day I've had countless conversations with the me that lives inside

In the outside world I'm confined to what lives inside my own head and heart

My world is what's inside of me; nothing more nothing less

But it's not much a life when you don't live it out

It's not much of a life when you don't share it with anyone

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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