I'm so burnt out,
like the end of your cigarette,
i regret
becoming the way
i am.
so tamed and poised,
that nobody believes i may break
and fall in love with
stupid boys.
But I'll devour the day
that i become this way.
taking
Polaroids
and filling empty
voids
of things that will make up
for the rest of my life
because
I'm just a worn out shoe
with no soul to call mine
a high strung mess
that needs something new
I will become something
I am
and leave what
I'm not
i hold a heavy record
of paranoid rage
my existence seems so bleak
inside my little cage
so let me free
let me free
because
the person that i am
is the one
you'll never
let me
be
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