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We cry on bathroom floors
Win arguments on the mirror
But when we step outside
We cannot even speak out
But our inside voices
Are screaming for help
I am 24
But sometimes
I feel like I’m 40
Or I am inside an old dying woman’s body
I am too young to talk about the future
But I’m too old to cling to my past
Sometimes
I feel like
My body and soul are mismatched
This soul belongs to someone else
And I’m borrowing this body
I’m sorry
For not taking care of this
I’m sorry
If my thoughts
Hurt every part of you
I’m sorry
For not finding where I belong
I’ll be leaving you soon
I haven’t had a pen for so long
I’m trying to scribble
Words I cannot form
Feelings I cannot recognize
Faces I cannot remember
My mind is on a lockdown
Trust me I’m trying
I just can’t untangle the chain
That’s keeping me from
Making something
Out of nothing
We all are fighting
Invisible war
We don’t know who’s winning
But we all see everyone losing
If only I had known
That growing up only meant
Paying bills, debts, and rent
I should have wished
I was never born
Put on your rose colored glasses
The one that matches your skirt
As well as your blush
And your hair curled perfectly
See the world through it
And say
What life could’ve been
If we lived in a rose colored planet
I searched for years
For a love that would love me back
But I never found it
I should stop looking for it
And mind my own business
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