Treading

November 16th, 2021

I’m running in this race
With no destination
My heart beats off pace
I don’t know which location
But my anxiety eats away
Like I’ve done something wrong
Constant imposter syndrome
When I just want to belong
A burst of inspiration
Is blown out like a flame
But the burning continues
I can still feel the pain
And I can’t help it sometimes
I feel like a burden
Using words against me
Is this life when you’re urban

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