"The Key"
Im trapped inside my own box,
and only I hold the key.
When I realize to stop waiting on miracles,
will I then be free?
Im confined to my own prison,
Im locked behind these cell walls.
When I find Im not alone here,
will I be ready for the fall?
Because I keep giving and giving,
and giving in.
When will I find my path less broken,
please tell me, when?
Will I ever solve this puzzle called life,
will it ever make sense?
Im constricted to my own chains,
chained to this fence.
Im stuck on an endless road of denial,
desperation and self pity dragging me down.
Im waiting to self destruct,
for it all to come crashing to the ground,
this fake smile,
this facade I put up,
this pretending that Im ok,
pretending that I dont Love.
Im learning to bear it and grin,
Im learning to hide
every aspect of myself,
every feeling inside.
Does this make me stronger?
Well Im not dead yet.
Or does this make me weak?
Stuck on this stupid mind-set.
Im afraid.
Afraid of failure, afraid of success.
Afraid of rejection
when Ive given my best.
Im lost and lonely,
broken and torn.
A withered rose,
a lover skorned.
But I hold it all together,
bound by my own skin.
Or else I would fall apart,
naked and thin.
My body so cold,
my heart raging hot,
All at once Id break down,
it would only take one shot.
But Im a fighter.
I fight for what I love.
until I realize theres no use,
till Im forced to give up.
I do things
I dont want to do everyday,
and things I should,
I let them slip away.
Perhaps Ive lost the key,
perhaps its the key to someone else.
So how will I ever be saved,
if I cant even save myself?
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