I’m sitting here in English class,
My mind is far away,
I’m drifting more and more,
My skies keep growing grey.
The times are quite exhausting,
My mask is slipping off,
I don’t know how long I’ll manage,
To continue all the faking.
My life is split in two,
I’m pretend and I am real,
I’m hiding from the world,
But on my own the real shines through.
My thoughts don’t make sence,
Just like my presence,
I wish my ties were severed,
So I can fly free.
Flying free is what I long for,
I could leave it all behind,
I would float amongst the clouds,
finally released from my mind.
Flying free is what I long for,
Finally released from my mind.
Finally released,
From my mind.
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Powerful words. It can be hard to fake things for a long time… and it’s often much healthier to share things and get stuff out of you. You can do that here. If you need to share what you’re experiencing, many here will listen.