Panic room by LuSee thee poet
I open the door.
I just want to be free from the hustle and bustle.
Running away from the terminal & struggle.
Even my panic room turned into my fatal doom.
Collapsing the walls filled with wholes
Revealing the darkness
I wished would go.
Just like my forgotten soul
I don't know where to go
I feel trapped inside my room.
I thought I'd finally let go
Of what I hide the most,
From the rest of y'all.
The question still remains unsolved.
Is this room with one door,
walls with wholes,
Floors That reflect my false confidence,
Really my home.
The truth of the matter is
I Like poisoning my mind
With whats rotten,
decaying with all my negative thoughts.
If not how would I grow
How will I know,
What isnt right for me
Yes, I built my panic room
With my two hands that
Were broken and deranged
Stained with mold
Soiling my white clothes
That say please leave me alone!
No wonder my panic room
Reminds me of my pain,
The nightmares encrypted inside
My brain.
making me go kinda insane.
Honestly though,
I don't deserve a safe space
While I myself don't even care or wish
To be saved
So I decided to burn my safe place into
Flames , I still fueled it with hate,
Now i eat my regrets every day.
My panic room is buring into Flames
I guess it's time for me to reset, to leave
This place.
That I locked my self in
Swolled up the keys.
Dug my own grieve
Just to destroy a perfectly built room
Not knowing I was the panic
That made everything so frantic.
Not knowing when I entered the room
I was the reason it became
Known as the panic room
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