15 April, 2009

Does anyone out there have the key?

Katie Plenty

I”m stuck in the prison of my mind
mixed up and locked away from the outside
all I wish for is to be free
to see myself looking back at me
I am what I still am
but what I can”t find
I want to scratch the surface and find me inside
make sense of the many broken dreams and memories
and to wake up
not a prisoner… but free.
Does anyone out there have the Key?

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