PRISONER OF MY MIND
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I'm not starving,
Like the kids in Africa,
Am not surviving,
In some worn torn country.
My sentence is like being stuck in a cell,
With an externally locked door,
At times it feels like hell,
I was taught to free my mind
I was taught to leave my pain behind
I was taught to travel to a different time
Without ever leaving my room behind
I was taught to be free
In which it helped with my anxiety
