Trapped

when am I going to feel beautiful?
when am I going to look in the mirror and love what I see?

scratch off the spots
pick
pull
flick
pinch
dig
hit
just get them off my face
get them off me

when am I going to feel beautiful?
when am I going to have that radiant smile on my face?

i used to light up a room when I walked inside
and now I get lost, forgotten
sucked into the crowd
doing anything that I can to blend in
unoticed
in handcuffs
a prisoner

i am handcuffed to the pain that I feel
i am locked up in chains
with a collar round my neck

a prisoner of my own mind
frantically searching for a way out

and
no matter how hard I try
I can’t escape the trap
of being a slave to the satanic voice that calls my name

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