Today I have no story, no poem to share.
Today I will not concoct a story out of my mundane life
Today feels wrong to lie
Today I want to show my real self, the lost one.
Today feels all wrong
There is something missing, but I cannot point it out
It will be wrong of me to say it out loud, for I should behave my age
Today I will not tell a story
Today feels unfair
I am scared to confess my hopelessness
I am tired of my own boundaries
I feel my head throbbing
Pleading me to throw out those thoughts
It is me who has kidnapped myself
In a circle of restricted mindset and endless worries
I keep myself locked in the world I grew up in
The one that does not exist
Today I do not have a story or a poem
Today I only have a confession
Today I am sad
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