Blindfolded

what if I said all the things I truly felt?
how would it be then?
where would I be?
who would I be?
I keep so much in
sometimes I can’t seem to find the light
drowning in my own thoughts
although an expression
it feels like real life
I get lingering headaches
because my brain is too full
working too hard
to make these assumptions
and preconceived ideas
thoughts on thoughts on thoughts
that I just can’t seem to escape.
a black abyss
I thought they were gone
but back they came
for no reason
and I’m locked in this room
blindfolded
and I can’t find the door
—-
will you show me the way out?

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