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Lord Forbid I Become Idealistic

In a world committed to Cynicism

By Bella RaePublished 4 years ago 1 min read

I lead my heart like a prisoner

Flesh wrapped in chains

So sinister

My mind barking orders

Like a warden

A fresh new pain

Again and again

With tooth and tongue

To keep me locked up

Hung loose by the neck

Complaining it stung

Keeping me distracted

With the humdrum

This theory and that

More far flung

Will anyone listen?

They don't understand

Their faces distorted

Speaking has been banned

What is this gap?

The difference between us

Is this a fact?

My tongue winds around my throat

With my own words I've been choked

Why won't you speak?

Theyre not the first to ask

Too late

the moment has passed

My existence

Forgive me missus

I'd say it's not my fault

But that's a lie

Chances I've had

Plenty a time

But the pesky voice continues to lie

Punishment is in living

Not in disappearing

Atone for your sin

With your life

Prove that you can be better

To one day be unfettered

Live to look them in the eye

And say fully with pride,

You may hate me but before you decide

My destiny my fate will always be mine.

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