It's hard to breathe
Even harder to think
Trying to pull myself away
I'm too close to the brink
My thoughts are consuming me
Holding me hostage
Barring me from what I aim to be
This society that I was thrown into
Imprisons deviants from the path
All those who choose to be different
Are forced to face their wrath
It's suicidal to stray from the norm
You won't receive the sort of welcome you seek
Instead you'll find yourself condemned
They only call what they approve of unique
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Breaking
Poetrycollection of poems and just brief writings of a girl experiencing love and heartbreak, simultaneously.