always writing random poems when I wish I was sleeping ugh

5 1 3
                                    


unwilling to live a life not mine
in this borrowed body I am confined
to an identity distant from my own
yet they claim that it is all self-grown
happiness eludes, a state unknown
barricaded, ongoing distress and pain
others' visions of myself, driving me insane
though stagnant in this body I will remain
unwilling to live a life not mine

MY DIGITAL DIARY : POETRY, THOUGHTS & JOURNAL ENTRIES PART TWOWhere stories live. Discover now