First, i thought it was love
I thought you cared
First, it was my outfit
Then it was my friends
I thought it was love
But I felt trapped
Like prisoners in jail
I thought it was love
But one night
You made me feel like
I spent nights in jail
Trapped
First, it was my clothes
Then my friends
I thought it was love
But love is not meant
To feel as if your
Trapped in jail
I escaped
I ran into freedom
I realized
I am better off alone
Rather than being
Trapped in jail
Dania Punjani
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TWO FACED
PoetryI present TWO FACED a collection of poems written by me Dania Punjani regarding mental health . Some of these poems are what i have experienced regarding my mental health as a girl and the damage society causes to us precious beings . I hope my poet...