I have the will to write
But what to do when I'm short of words
I have titles in my head
But no content to put down .
I'm filled though I think I'm empty
I'm empty though people think I'm filled.
The blow on my face
The pinch on my breast
The slap on my butt
All seem to mean "worthlessness".
The boldness I had
Travelled far to call fear to a visit
The roles I play
They ran and majestically called on irresponsibility
The path I cut
They left and called weed for a tour
I am weak
Though not sick
I'm alone
Though not deserted
I killed
Though not murdered
I'm called
Though not for greatness.
I long for freedom
But my longing is too Short
I cry for help
But no tear is dropping
The feel of being free in a cage
Is one thing I know
But don't want to know
Because of fear
I'm left
Just so to either get blessed or get blast
HOLD ON TIGHT 🌹♥️
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