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A poem about losing yourself because of pressure. |
| I feel like, I'm losing myself, The pressure is getting to me, I can not see, What am I suppose to be? My soul wandering, I'm sitting around pondering, The mysteries of life, I'm an empty shell, I'm losing sight, Of what is right, I'm losing myself, My world is caving in, I'm almost gone, I'm losing me, And sight of what's meant to be, I'm losing me, When I'm gone, Who will remember, Remember me, I’m gone, And I'm not going back to that sad place, Full of darkness, I dunno where I went, But I know I'm not going back, I lost myself in that place. |