I listen to their voices in my head
they echo through my heart and through my mind
the things they say are rarely very kind
I would have followed anywhere they led
I go through each day longing for my bed
they wonder why I always lag behind
I guess it's just the way I've been designed
them finding out the truth is what I dread
I am different I'm not meant to fit
the truth is I don't fit in the world's mold
under their pressure, I will never fold
the scream of pain won't come, my teeth will grit
to sorrowful darkness, I won't be sold
forever broken, I'll rise above it
About the Creator
lady unicorn
just an overwhelmed mind trying to let it all out
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