Where do I look now?
I've built a room around myself:
Four walls, a floor and a ceiling—
To hide all signs that I'm feeling
As I try to find my true self.
The walls are made of warped mirrors,
But they're one way, I can only see
Disfigured expressions of me.
The walls shake, and my face tremors.
People I knew beat on the glass,
They're trying to break a way in
And visit the "me" kept within—
Although my sturdy walls held fast.
The ceiling and floor are darkness,
There are no trace of my footsteps
And the sky is only black depths.
My escape is all but hopeless.
I've build a room around myself:
Four walls, with no window nor door—
There's no one left outside to call
And I think I've lost my true self.
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