Someone will grasp your hand
And pull you off the path you carved,
Shout at you, or maybe raise a fist,
Caring little about your feelings,
Belittling you in every way possible,
Drowning you in their endless demands.
Someone will strip away your dignity,
Thrash and break you apart,
Until you are no more than a corpse,
But still, you won't be spared.
Not unless, of course, you've mastered
The fine art of being born a man.
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ECLIPSE- A Poetry Collection
PoetryIt is not a collection of random poems, but bits and pieces of my heart, each one telling a new tale.
