The Hold

This hold I have on me
Will not set myself free
The burden of this thought
Will cage me in forever
Who am I
Who am I supposed to be
Do they like me
Do they hate me?
The mirror is my enemy
Smash it!
Cause I can’t take it
This heavy weight
Pulls my down
Lower and lower
This hold I have on me
Is the power of ones selfs brain
One negative comment on my appearance from anyone
Can set my mind behind bars
But the beauty of a compliment can set my mind half way to freedom!

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