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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