I\'m wrapped up, tied tight, bound to a wall,
shackled, broken, afraid to fall.
Confusion seeps from the falling skies.
I allow it to consume me with open eyes.
I\'m beaten, misunderstood, looked at with rage,
screamed at, hated, lock me away in a cage.
Drag me to the desert and leave me to rot.
It\'s what I deserve, all the pain I brought.
I\'m scared, depressed, accused of being thoughtless,
sneered at, looked down upon, leaving me to be hopeless.
I wish I could satisfy everyone around me.
I learned now that dream is far from reality.
I\'m \"beautiful\", sweet, always with a smile,
cute, amusing, but all of that after awhile
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---Wanting Mitch Scott--- by isolated-misfit, literature
Literature
---Wanting Mitch Scott---
Wanting is black
it sounds like nails on a chalkboard
it feels like being totured and streched across two states
It smells harsh like freshly burned weed and morning breath
It tastes bitter and unwanted like kottonmouth
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