My thoughts are no longer
dark and haunted by my past
as it was so many haunting moons ago
I used to live in a dark room;
there was no light there,
yet I still felt safe enough
And accepted other people’s failures as my own
the ones who could help me didn’t know how,
and the ones who did didn’t try
My emotions fueled my existence
I would wear my heart on my sleeves
Too scared to break free
from other people’s opinions of me
I became their prisoner
Poetry On A Roll 
Nicely written. Glad that you could escape from the prison.
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I really like the last four lines, it really drives the experience home.
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That’s a suffocating feeling. Well written! š
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It touches the weight and the light, in all of us.
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It touches the weight and the light, in all of us
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It touches the weight and the light, in all of us
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