Smoke
from scented candles
fills
my tiny room.
Comfort
from a stranger's voice
soothes
a soul that's doomed.
Yearning
to know a love,
needing
to be wanted.
Knowing
none will accept,
conceited,
normality is flaunted.
Hear
me cry for you.
Lecture,
and obsession's rage.
Understand
internal conflicts.
Hide.
My mind is caged.
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