I feel like I'm compressed.
In a tiny box.
Depressed and lost.
They give me a road map.
But I don't know where I am.
I need to find myself.
Searching for a bright x to chase.
Any place.
Following windy roads.
With nowhere to go.
Finding emotions
that will never make sense.
Taking every oppurtunity
I get.
Left turn,
Right turn.
Smile than mourn.
My mind.
Is tourn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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