A Room Full of Myself
My room,
A cage for those who runaway
A mirror for those who seek it anyway
My room,
Cold feet stand where no one stood before
Never moves anymore
The voices inside my head echo off the wall
Only darkness surrounds all
My room,
A single door, but no handle
Never touched like an old anvil
No one dares knock down the door,
It is too hard, like the concrete floor
My room,
A cage for those who runaway
A mirror for those who seek it anyway
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