Release Of Tension Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Lately, my hands feel tied.
I have carelessly cried.

Not being myself lately,
I have been thinking of second chances compromising with integrity.

I am in a state,
So desperate.

I feel like I need to escape my own skin.
The environment feels so foreign.

I grin at my own disdain.
What I am in now is not my preferred stain.

I am squirming during these nights.
Tell me, why I am relentlessly accommodating the sacrifice of my dreams?

I refuse to give up on my thought.
Since when have I become such a bigot?

Reapply,
I don't accept refusal of a try.