I used to feel
So free and open.
I didn't care
What I looked like.
But now
Everyday
I worry about
How I look.
And you told me
Not to.
But I can't help
But not feel free.
I'm in a prison
Of broken chains.
The other prisoners
Spit and laugh
At me.
But they are in prison,
They are at home,
Just like me.
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You Are My Sky
PoetryPoetry story--You are my sky. The only sky. The sky stretches far and wide. You cover me up, make me feel at home. I am home. You are my sky.