It's just another day;
another four walls.
I don't want to be held back
by your condemning claws.
I can't breathe anymore,
your grasp is too tight.
My body is shaking
and my head feels light.
Sick of the aching in my chest;
always feeling like a burden.
Painting on a smile but why?
How am I meant to carry on?
This isn't a mask upon my face.
It's a real pain that I am feeling.
Who knows the real me?
I am only a human being?
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