My Hidden Truth
I am a wreck
To forever wonder this world
Wondering
Am I, or will I ever be,
smart enough
strong enough
fast enough
good enough
I am a wreck
I worry too much
and think to little
I try to face this
dark world alone
because I don't want
To burden my friends
with MY problems
I am a wreck
I have lived in
what seems like
a prison
surrounded by water
for my entire life
only recently to be freed
and feel the world harsh slap
I am a wreck
and a small part of me
always will be.
I am not ready for the
Outside world.
because I am ill-
equipped to face this world
and still walk alone
I am a wreck
but it's not that bad.
I was raised this way
so it is all I know
but quickly transitioned
to face the world
and still never ready
I am a wreck
with a heart of stone
and tears of steam
I live surrounded by
by people but
I still walk alone
So now and forever
I am a wreck
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