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I can't blame them
- I can't blame the world for changing
Of course they felt condemned
For only we are obtainingYou can't fool me,
In your eyes, the misfits loose
Oh, and for every controversy,
Count us in too...I can't be you;
No fillers can extend a heartbeat
Don't be a fool;
They're after your perfect cheatDoltish desperate town
Always looking for flaws to despise;
Peeking under flawless gowns;
And gents be poorly defyCareless mouths of the seekers
They never fail to lurk then concur;
Claiming problems out of keepers;
And proclaiming it through loud sirens.Anguished lonesome one;
Have nothing to do but to shrink and run
With the fear to crash the fun;
In the eyes of many like eager gunsI can't blame Thee,
We're deliberately undone
His words are free...
But see, pride has wonI can't be moved
Lassie, do not be changed;
We all have been used
Lad, let sadness not be caged.Wake the desperadas!
Wished I was never under toxic masks
No changing figure will ever last
Even the changing weather, they have surpassed.Hoist us up!
We are underneath your glassy cup;
Filled with fleek and opulent desires
Of which every sip makes you feel higher.You won't be victorious
What proves perfection anyway?
To all homely, kudos!
It's their dreadful price to payNo, I won't be!
Of how we change thyself is the change of the world
And, we are not happy;
In a world of lies and beauties to have swirledListen, I won't be
- I won't be just another stereotype;
A helpless girl whose face is to be molded
With choking pearls and rings of ruby
And when satisfied; be hideously swiped.You, a man who shouldn't be
- shouldn't be plundered by the remorseless 'common'
Let out the cause of this melancholy;
And the oppressed, let yourself flee.And I will be
To do justice for the flawful is a delicacy
I was long enough free;
Ever so free to make you see.But well, I can't blame you
You're under their spell, that's what.
Come and take my hand, let's start anew
The world is infinite; a chance uncutSo, can we be?
Can we be free from the crucial duties?
It's a palace for you and me
To begin with, I can be friendlyLet's make a change;
Being different isn't strange
My friend, shall we?
Open your eyes and seize the pageNow, hear me say;
We are bound to be the odds
Amend like the sun's brightest ray;
And the bumps on every quiet roadIt's okay to jazz
Life is a borderless ballroom
Don't force yourself into that corset,
Make it yours; step out of gloomIt alright, don't fit in
Be not an hourglass to be shaped like;
Go on, you can cry about everything
Little boys and girls, it's alright.Can you see it now?
See how beautiful it is to be a silly dilly?
We have not much to show,
But a better person is what we have grownLittle social misfit;
That's what they call me
By the way, you don't need any permit
For who you are - don't add crueltySo now you see the view
A little odd eyelash is standing taller
See how it softly flickers open,
A dawn of different colors; beginning to alter.⊶⊰ ⊱⊷
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A Poet's Diary
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