So many failures

Disoriented behavior

I was searching, but couldn’t find my savior

I was still, but I couldn’t tune in with nature

I would look in the mirror and see a complete stranger

My soul was in complete danger

My problems were small, yet I acted as if they were major

I was in the wrong team and I was such a good player

I almost drowned, voluntarily…

I was usually down, voluntarily….

I was uncrowned, voluntarily…

I was never grounded, voluntarily…

So distracted by all the background noise…

That I never realized it was all a reflection of my state of mind

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