Written - April 19th 2011 - 11th Grade
Never Escaping
For years, I tried to do my best
To hold it in, deep in my chest
Always falling up and down
Lost, confused, confound
Traveling from place to place
Couldn't recognize my face
Holding true to all the pain
Feelings forcing me insane
Never escaping my crooked brain
Time and time again I think
To try to get out all the kinks
One day, maybe I'll get out of my head
But then I shall must be dead
Keeping my head low
For the remainder of my days so
No one could ever have a look
Of the smile-less cover that is my book
Never escaping my crooked brain
-Evan7©
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