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:
Me
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