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The Joy That Should Be

No one can see me,
No one can free me,
For I hide
Deep inside.
Life's events winding
Like strips binding
'Till I'm mummified,
and petrified.
Seeing each defect,
Feeling like a reject,
Wrapped,
Trapped
Into a prison
Of criticism.
Self doubts in my...

– by Edith A Phinazee