Out of Options

Trapped in a box
I am or am not
Both alive and suffocating
Dancing with daydreams

Stitch me up
Rip me up
Use your own digression
Eighteen and newly risen
Faced with nightmare laced regression

Digging into my scabs or subconscious
The scars will ache the same
The level was laid crooked
Now I know I cannot change

A circle someone else drew
No excuse to leave
Both alive and suffocating
Dancing with daydreams

This poem is about: 
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