Concussion

So this is one of my old poems. I don't remember why I wrote it. I don't think I have a picture to depict it. Anyway. This is it.

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Concussion

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I'm scared.
I'm really scared.
I'm scared of losing.
I'm scared of not winning.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Not this complicated.
I can't find myself.
I'm lost.

Lost in my own thoughts.
Thoughts of fear.
Fear of the people around
Around me
Scared I won't be chosen

Scared I won't wear the crown
Crown of prestige.
Scared of my weaknesses
My shadow always follows me

Its dark colour gives me nightmares
Morning is farfetched
I can't see the light
The light at the end of the tunnel

I'm at the crossroads
To life or death
I don't want to open my eyes
To this wicked world

Where I have to overwork myself
Where I'm not heard
Where no one listens
I'm tired of this place

This hospital bed
My bed of comfort
With no expectations for me
I am finally at peace

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