PERHAPS

 Perhaps, I should have never opened this door

and stepped outside

Perhaps, I am meant to stay inside,

sit in the corner of the room,

and warp myself with both pathetic arms

Alone,

and be friend with darkness,

emptiness,

loneliness

Perhaps, it is not my world,

my place,

my home

Perhaps, I ain’t destined to see the world as I wish,

and be someone I always want to be

Perhaps, I have no rights to speak

Or, perhaps, my voice is too weak to be heard,

and I am too small to be recognized

Perhaps, I am nothing outside this door,

but I am me as long as I stay inside

But, what are senses of being me without the world knows?

Perhaps, this key in my grasp is made for some reason

Perhaps, it is made to lock me inside once and forever

Perhaps, I should have thrown this key to somewhere unseen,

and never opened this door

Perhaps...

Perhaps....
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