I am recovering ego artist
That was crushed by the other
Now I can’t stand up and see beyond the wall
My vision is now blurred, I can’t focus when my eyes are wet
My self-esteem is pushed down every time I try to get up
My heart has given up on longing for freedom
My neck can’t support my head high because of strangulation
The Chains on my feet make noise, I can’t run far
Every time I try to move, the click click sound alerts the guard
I’m trapped in a body of a dying ego
Worthless is what I see when I look in the mirror
I’m naked! All my clothes were cut by a pair of scissors
~Mntazi Mtsweni~
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