Isolated and alone.
Cold and hard.
I feel like stone.
Miserable in most waking moments.
Unable to run far enough.
So for now, I just keep hoping.
Trying to find a way to the core of who I really am.
But the road blocks are preveting me. I can't.
My eye's are green and that's all I really see.
When looking in a mirror, I'm not just looking,
I'm trying to find, Me.
A self image that is distorted makes it hard to see.
Imagine a rope tied around your neck.
It's hard to even breath.
* Written about body dysmorphia.
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