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This is a poem about depression clinging to one's self |
| A painful feeling What is this feeling, Clinging to me, Holding me close, Yet pushing me away. I know its bad, Yet I'm clinging to it, As if I am it, And it is me. This cage that surrounds me, I must break free, Let this lion roar, And this cage be no more. This cage is not me, This rage i feel against it, Is what I am truly, A person, Not a feeling, But a human being. By G.Lover |