Saturday, May 18, 2024

Trapped in a jar

 


Sometimes I feel trapped 

I don't have a choice of my own

Pulled in thousands of directions 

Yet

Still in the same place


The voices of peer pressure 

Won't leave me alone

They sound and resound in my head

Crippling me

Trapping me

Going more and more insane

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