Sometimes I struggle,
To hear my own voice,
To know what’s from me,
And what’s external noise.
Sometimes it’s hard,
To hear my own mind,
To know what I want,
And what to leave behind.
Sometimes I wonder,
Was that my choice?
Or something another.
Said, over my voice.
Sometimes I wonder,
Where I would be,
If no one else’s thoughts mattered
And I did things for me.
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