My Abductor
As I exhale and smoke rises
My worries float away
Stress, hurt, and fear dies
But I have become a plant's prey
She sits and waits for me to crawl to her
Because she is my only comforter
But others say different
And try to save me from my abductor
Hearts break and tears are shed
All because of my inability to cope with my very own head
I want to be successful
I want to have a family
But how can I do that
If I don’t even like me?
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