In my own skin,
I feel helpless.
Endless asphyxiation
by my own body.

Held back by
tightness and tension.
My pursuits a blur,
too lost in my racing thoughts.

My mind is my worst enemy.
Hiding my good,
emphasizing my bad.

I need to be rescued,
and I can't rescue myself.

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