Behind Walls

Behind Walls

 

Like Martin Luther King, I too have a dream

That I can stop hiding behind these walls that now trap me.

That I can dance and sing without fear of people dissecting me

Set my emotions free and speak up for my beliefs

Though like a marionette held by strings, I'm dancing to the will of society.

 

Fake smiles and broken dreams

Jokes and Humor, anything to keep them pleased!

Pulled back and forth by strings

Forsaken behind a wall that people see as my identity

Not even I know how to set myself free.

 

Though like Martin Luther King, I have a dream

That one day somebody will free me from these walls that trap me.

 

 

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