I’M LOST

Lost in a congregation that pushes me away from faith
Lost in a room that throws me up from its space of ownership  
I surrender but nothing conquers me
I ask for reasons but nothing is received
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What could possibly compensate my moronic suffer
Have I received it in some other roles?
My incomprehension handcuffs are hurting my bloodstream
My soul is banging its container’s walls
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She wants escape from this prison of perception
Who is the judge that gave me this mind?
My character in this play is never mentioned
The show can just go on without my line
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But I am chained to this blazing stage pillar
To demonstrate how it is to be dismissed
To be a paradigm of mental dysmorphia
To show off the cuttings on my wrists