Shy, cry, bye and why

Look me in my eyes, and you still lie

Tears swelling, questioning how I will get by

Water weight dropping, I've ran myself dry

I'm a wreck, be honest, how do I look?

How do I regain everything you've took?

My only escape, are the words from a book

Oh yes I'm shook, and I condemn you as a crook

A crook, ah yes, I have issues, and you still attempt to get into all my nooks

Nooks and crannies, quite uncanny,

Greiving hearts, I know how much you miss your granny 

Am I allowed to hurt, allowed to fear, allowed to love

Head hangs down like a wilted flower, no energy to look above

Waiting for a symbol of hope, but I see no dove

Pressure upon me, I feel as if I'm am being shoved

Pain with no gain

It's as if my whole life has been slain

Torture continues, the suffering never seems to cease

Fragile and weak, but yet I am still a beast

A creature, unstable, but yet I am able

I am not defined by any labels.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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