This Place

I wake up and see my face,
Why am I still in this place?
Once I can, I swear I will run away.
I try to cry,
But not a drop falls from my face,
Still my walls are breaking away.
The more I open up,
The more I feel out of luck,
All these problem I forgot I'd bordered up.
Insecure about my face,
Insecure about my place in this world,
Why am I so damn insecure everyday?
Passing time is my biggest fear,
I lose a moment that I hold so dear,
More of my life passes every year.
Who am I to disappear?
It's unfair to those that care,
Either way i am getting out of here.

This poem is about: 
Me

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