A Door
Sometimes i wish,
That a door would appear,
To a world where I can look in the mirror,
Into a mirror where I see no pain in my face,
Into a world where everything is ok.
Where the impossible happens: where I'll laugh once in a while,
Into a world created for me,
A world where I can be who I want to be.
But as I'm aware,
I'm stuck in this chair: tied down with chains and locks,
Held here to be tortured,
With a fake smile on my face.
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