I spend day after day listening to what's required,

Punctuation, previous knowledge or how I'm inspired,

Im tired,

repitition of a mission to seal up the fission

of a family, broken in vision.

think. reflect. take time. hold back. what's next?

im hexed, perplexed

cant breathe, im upset..

But I give in to society's standards,

I sit up, dress proper with keys on my lanyard,

why must unity be the key to see a truly false version of me?

My sounds are muffed, thus here I stay cuffed.