Stuck

Анна Сергеевна Нелидова
Teach me how to breathe your way.
I am loosing myself to dark.
I am sick of this hateful play
Trying hard but without luck.
Smile no smile, I am still the same -
Grim and fragile at any time,
Stuck in this artificial frame,
Questioning what is truly mine.
I’m not crying myself to sleep.
I’m just sleeping so not to cry,
Sympathetic to any creep,
Screaming prayers into the sky.