[Silent Scream]
Let me go,
This is not who I am,
This dream, forced on me,
I'm not judged by an exam.Sold to society,
Can't pull off the mask
Can't escape from the reality
We're progammed not to ask.Like chains made of lead
I can't break free
I cry and cry but nobody hears,
A silent scream.
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Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoetryLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.