Sitting alone in silence,
Lost and confused,
I look into myself.
I must be blind:
How can I still see the world around me,
but not the inside?
I see materialism, lifeless objects.
Nothing is felt from deep within my soul.
I don’t remember who I am,
Who I am supposed to be,
Where I came from,
What I am to do.
I’m crazy.
My inside has been locked up,
Screaming,
Lost, unable to be reached.
Look inside-
Do you see anything?
Nothing but locked doors,
Bordered up windows,
Deserted, confused,
Lost.
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