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They
They made me small.
Made me chained.
Made me a bird in a cage.
They made me crumble-
Made me yield.
He was happy with his life,
How? I'm not quite sure,
'Til one day he lost somene,
He as happy no more.
She hd just born a little child,
Oh! What a joy,
They were small and bright geen eyed,
People come
Like, comment, share
And go
But forever
His mind
And heart
Is for Her
His life
Wants to
Go away
With Her
And run
Away too
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
#YOWO
And I loved a girl
with pain etched into her lips
and death written along her soul.
Art poured from her fingertips
and poetry was carved into
Teacher, open your eyes!
You are feeding them all lies!
We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender,
I imagine myself becoming a bender.
Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
Should I hold it all in...or should I cry it all out?
But I don't want to disappoint them,
I don't want to be given the doubt.
They think I'm strong.
They think I can do better.
But how can I?
