I try finding the words so that I don't disappoint myself and I fail.
I disappear more each time I fail to make sense of my feelings.
I don't know if I'm trapped or a willing hostage.
Am I the victim or the villain?
My mind is what holds me hostage it won't shut off despite the stinging in my eyes.
It's bawled up like a fist.
It crushes my dreams.
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PoetryNobody prepares you for the confusing struggle of parting ways with who you once were. If you're stubborn like me you'll try and fight it only to realize that you can't hold on to the broken girl that you once were if want to become a strong woman...
