You feel a certain way; you can’t speak it
Mere words don’t articulate how you want it to come across
The fear of judgment and sensitivity towards being ridiculed
You question your self; are you sane?
Change everything you are so it’s acceptable to them?
It’s bad to lie to others but worse to lie to yourself; because in the process you become a clone; you are no longer what you were made up of years ago.
You’ve molded your self into what they believe is normalcy; leaving your good will and better judgment alone trapped in a windowless room, it’s only way out is with a key that you were responsible for since birth but through ignorance you lost it’s possession.
And now you walk the streets as if linked to many bodies, many ideas, many thoughts, and many concerns that do not belong to you but harvest the interest of those surrounding you.
What you won’t speak is now lost…forever.
With no one to blame but yourself.
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