I feel like a mouse trapped in a maze. Like I'm lost in time back in prehistoric days. My mind is twisted like a fender bender during lunch.
By D.L Wiggins3 years ago in Poets
You were born with the gift to succeed. You were born with a mind you can feed. I don't understand how you live through the greed. For a drug that you want, and not the knowledge you need.
I seem to have lost my way, remembering days when I was great. Now my days are streaming with hate. Losing my sense of purpose I feel like a failure.
I looked into the mirror, but the mirror was black. I was visually blind; without knowing lies or facts. I've been running from him, the person on the other side.
These walls are closing. I'm being fed knowledge that I shouldn't eat, in a world where I shouldn't be. There's too many impositions within these walls, I was waiting for destiny to make its call.