Too Many Things

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Strolling through the door to the place where I dream
Gazing at the walls,
Remembering.
From places to accomplishments,
Wondering
How I became who I am.
Am I even superior enough for what is expected?

Too much screaming, fighting, regret
Never good enough for them.
Escaping to this sanctuary I call my room
Only reminds me of the person I should be.
Even those moments of happiness or acceptance you thought you would remember forever
I thought this place was supposed to be relaxing.

Lying there,
I relive my day.
Things I wish I could take back
Maybe even enjoyed a little more.
But no, the time has been and gone
And there are just too many things,
I just can’t change now.





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