Credits to National Geographic

It’s a maze up there
and I often get lost,
too anxious to care.
So, I built up walls
to block the paths
that lead to doors,
it hides my past
and many more.

I wish there was a map
to help me get out
of my own mind
But I realized I built
these paths to get lost
and for no one to find… me.
I chose to be a settler
and now I regret the
maze that I made—
I now live in to suffer.

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