A broken system, so unfair it seems,
treated differently,
when we all have dreams.
Yell or speak, it's never the same,
for some are praised,
while others are shamed.
Feelings expressed, just to be twisted,
whispers behind backs, endless and true.
Quiet and locked up, alone in a room,
they wonder why, but they never assume.
Ask yourselves why we stay so hidden,
in a system that's broken,
and always unforgiven.
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Shadow Thoughts
Poetry"These hidden poems, previously kept to myself, now stand exposed to the world, a light for those who may find comfort or support in the shared experience of pain and trauma. Witness the dark realities of life through the lens of a writer unafraid t...
