Trapped

No.

A powerful word.

An underestimated word.

A new word

To me.

I always bleed,

I cannot eat,

Anxiety makes me want to

Leap out of my seat.

A hand on my thigh,

I ask myself  'why?'.

I fall for your trap every time.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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