I feel like I've been forced to live as that
Which I am not, and even if to fight
I rise sit back down I must do of spite
Full as to on carry would make the brat
Me be, just for being forced to be sat,
so on this matter sonnet I now write,
This sonnet not of love but as a plight
Of help, As be not what I want that's fact.
But those who live from hell escaped, whose heart
Pink Blue & White beats time & time again,
I envy you for from this which lain pain
Upon me be, a pain on which I start
can't 'cause it tear me will if I explain,
But my praise to pink blue & white remains.
