July 6 2021
When is it gonna be my turn?
For longer than a second?
Will it ever be my turn?
To feel at ease
Constantly I'm terrified
Of what's waiting for me
And everytime I smile
They take something from me
A piece of me
Tearing my heartstrings
Making them into chains
To make sure that I have no escape
From the situation that was set up
To take my breath away and make me cry until my eyes feel sore and in pain
what does this mean to you
~lesha
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