Suffocated
But breathing
Expressive
But receding
Into a never-ending
Confined room
Without any space
To move
Circumnavigate the entire globe
If that's what I wanted to do
I mean
The world is my oyster, right?
That's what I told myself too
Until I realised that's just a mask
A cover up
A facade if you will
To make it seem as if I can shape
The world when everything I know is a buzzkill
But the world is what formed me
Told me how to live and what to think
Ruled out any possibilities
And left me stranded
In the art of "masking"
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