Too Cool To Be A Fool

Eyes that fall upon me- Their weight pushing me to the ground

Eyes becoming steely hands, now tightening their grip around my neck.

Stolen breath, I can't make a sound. I'm here for my appointment; yet, nowhere am I found.

Shackled from head to toe. Head to toe I'm BOUND

BOUND to find happiness once again someday. BOUND to give tongue to voice, to speak the words I need to say.

Help me someone....cause I'm trapped so deep inside. Waves of tears I've cried.

Feeling as if I'm a lonely old fool-

Still putting on a smile, and playing it cool.

This poem is about: 
Me

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