D to C

The whispered screams echo in my dreams
These crafty thieves stealin' sleep
In order to breath for five more minutes
We meet again, but pretend not to notice
Each other as we look away on the sidewalk
As the chalk outlines our motivations
To leave our station, we round the block
Like clock workin' nine times to five fine
Restaurants that satiate our face molding them
To smiles for a happy hour we grow sour as our
Months slip into another season of greeting
Grey and white, no days, long nights, circling
Us with six degrees separating me from
A disease that's always on the verge of
Breaking these walls as I stall my life just
A little longer to get it right so I can feel
That I showed everyone what's in me despite
Losing fights to the syndrome in a dome of imposters
Who've fostered me since nine, to five different
Stages in life but the strife brought me here
To be clear, I still battle my issues to this
Day and my doubts encased my spirit but the
Bars of this prison refracted the light into a prism
Allowing my essence to absorb lessons at my discretion
So that soon I can reemerge anew

So welcome to my Metamorphosis, bitch

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