For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


67. A Vicious Circle

A vicious circle,

Never ending even though it has not yet begun,

Dragging me along

Despite my shrieks of protest.


I don't want to follow,

I will not be forced

But whatever I do

I seem to have no choice.


They push me into the circle

And it makes me feel sick;

Sick of what I am and.

What I keep on doing to myself

And what they do to my mind.

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