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Welcome to a world where just being you is never enough
The real world
Young and innocent
we are told
to be ourselves,
To be bold
but as we grow
we learn the truth
that we are born to be molds
the perfect solder
a fake smile here a fake laugh there
just want to
loud and clear
but that's just a dream
because I don’t scream
not any more
I can’t even whisper like the wind
how can I ever roar like the lion.
alone, shattered, misunderstood and misjudged
the doll stands her self up
the spider web of creaks on her face creak
as they blow dust off to face the sun
because some times we have to rescue ourselves
some times we have to be out own prince charming
the doll smiles
she never had cared for fairy-tales
In a unpredictable world
they weave a false sense of security
the doll with a spider web face
turns to them
loud, pure, raw
I beautiful distaste
like raindrops falling up
we do things that defy gravity.
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