Lost Images
And Prison Walls
disconnected from the crowd, the ones I wanted to connect with
Feeling a little singled out, without the fortitude to change it
Write what feeds upon the soul and pen emotions that come flowing
Write of pathways marked with goals, without the courage to get going
A ball of indecision, ignorance and sabotaging innocence
not sure how I got this way, repent, prepay for debt and consequence
Still, surprisingly surprised, when picking teams, I stand alone, again
A great acquaintance in a pinch, but don’t quite cut it, for permanent friends
Disappointments make you strong? Well then, I am fucking Superman
Cause that reflection in the mirror, barely exists, and no one gives a damn
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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