Your Own, by MwsR
I’m must be hell
To be trapped like that
Not have any hope
Or adjustment ”strat”
No mechanism to cope
Walking around all tide up
Afraid if you get too close you’ll fray.
Creating the most bizarre display.
Thinking little of yourself
Nothing much more than that of anything else
Avoid having to be wordy with others
A little word here or there
Looking so scared or bewildered at normal interractions
Leaving a complex answer to very simple fractions
Never really understanding what it is that should be
It must be hard to be you
Trapped in your mind and prisoner to your own prison
The one you created
The one you’ve always hated.
Thank you for reading 🙂