A War Within

How can I breathe when I’m trying to stay afloat When each gasping breath fuels my body’s disorderly conduct Why am I alive when I don’t even have time to live it Why are the innocent ones always hurt How can I fly when I’m being shot down Take off the costumes Being myself Bettering better? No, worse I hate life if all it does is sharpen its sticks To stab me in my heart How can I live if I feel dead Can I soar if my wings are plucked

This poem is about: 
Me

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