Red Ribbon

We sat side by side,

as the torture began.

No one held back from sharing their lives,

demanding agreement in all forms.

Insisting that their paths were righteous,

while they deemed mine unworthy.

I am going where my soul feels the most alive.

My destination is their demise.

They wouldn't know what to do on their own.

Someone has vaguely showed their goals

in their teenage years.

It's a shame

that I've always seen things differently.

Still, I had to carry on with normality as much as I could

to keep the balance of complicated time.

When the third joins in, it’s usually a crowd.

Her silly words everywhere, like moths.

Affecting my sensitive muscles and joints.

Psychologically speaking,

from the depths of the subconscious.

My mind finds itself in a state of utmost confusion.

There seems to be no escape,

as I desperately yearn

for a much-needed respite.

The red ribbons that bind me tightly

serve as a constant reminder of these two days,

with a light sigh of disapproval lingering in the heavy air.

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