I look down the ledge
It seems dark, hollow as hell
Behind me stands
The torturing reality, pulling me
Back to the cage of
Expectations, desires, allegations, and verdicts
For a long time than I deserved
I feared, I rebelled
With ripped wings,
Bleeding profoundly
I take one last flight,
One last stand
For my own fading pride
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A Part Of Me
PoesiaThe journey of trying to fit into other's perfect frame to adoring and fighting for who you are for real. . .. ... .... #2 - July 6th 2019 (Remedies)
