Weakness in your eyes ||

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by beautifulweeper

by beautifulweeper

I know I can not cry, because that is weakness in your eyes.
The judgement is staring me down.
The expectations are eating at my heart and soul.
Taking up how I feel, and how I think.
It's the voice that keeps holding me back
It takes me.
It makes me hide everything. This blackness has taken me away from the one thing I want.

All i want to be is happy.
To feel like a little free-minded kid.
To have no worries.
To not know how society is.