Walking corpse (dead to the world)

I'm drowning,
Being eaten away,
By what you may ask,
That could take a life story to explain,
Immense boredom,
Lack of freedom,
That is what I'm talking about.
Control, confusion, fear,
The list goes on...
I can see it in their eyes,
Yearning for a little sympathy,
Acceptance, respect,
Is it too much to ask?
Might as well die,
At least that's how the world sees these lost souls as,
Maybe not physically,
But like a walking corpse.

The End

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