Detained

Meaning to my existence flees from me

Must I decide from various notions

When decisions are my own cup of tea

Based on preference, not by promotions

Critiques more hurtful than beneficial

Intentions meant to change my outlook but

Modifications are artificial

True identity will never be shut

Open the door, and find yourself hidden

Take my guiding hand towards greater youth

Stop letting shadows cast you bedridden

Worthy of so much affection, in truth

Shatter from your bonds and let your wings free

Demand the world to catch sight of your glee

 

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