[pumkin113b]

 
Sometimes I stand
In a prison of my own making
In a cell reserved
For all my disgust and self-hatred
The walls I build
They encase my shame and my sadness
And I sit and wallow
In a world of madness
Sometimes I stand
And see and feel the beauty
The smallest breeze
Across my face so soothing
The sun, the moon, the stars
All shining
With bright abandon
A world of wonder and magic
Sometimes I breathe
And feel tired and worn
Sometimes I breathe
And feel vital and reborn
I am the prisoner, the judge
The warden, the guard
I am the exonerated, the freed
The pardoned all in one
Sometimes I stand
In a prison of my own making
Sometimes I stand
Lifted from my trials and tribulations
 

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