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
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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