A Weapon In Disguise

"A deadly weapon in disguise

But i keep my head down

Horror fills their eyes

I search for patterns on the ground

Bright lights fills night skies

But I still feel bound

I look up wishing I could fly

Wondering if I would ever be found

And deep in my soul I cry

But outside I don't make a sound

Stuck all alone, I sigh

The queen of lonelyness I've been crowned

Escape again must be tried 

Against the door my fists do pound."


This poem is about: 
Our world


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