Constricted
An age where it's bad to be you at all
Why hope is thrown out and is forgotten
Family and friends sit and watch you fall
Keeping you reeling and head turned rotten
Hate itself is running amuck and free
Trust is gone and is left to us poor souls
Confusion is brought and set onto me
No kindly eyes just blank the color of coals
Gone are fun and games follow all the rules
Questions are pitiful, wasteles it's true
Go through motions being nothing but mules
Living through days trying hard not to rue
Staying yourself in the world is so hard
Stay true, being you if even a shard.
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