Bird in cage,
Bird in chains,
Struggling to fly now,
Scared of the wind,
We hold ourselves so tight,
See my flaws in all honesty,
Living in an asylum, smiling sadly,
This might be the skies,
Distorted in figures,
Fly through it all, I'm pretty sure!!
Dear little oneWhat is it that troubles you little one?What is it you see in the dark?
Why do you fear your own reflection so much?
Stand firm little one, now isn't the time for silly jokes.
You have to lead this war and conquer it,
if not, you will lose your pretty face.
PATH
I've walked alone, under the blue skies
behind closed doors and wallsI've walked alone, beneath the stairs
with no one closed by.I've walked alone, with scars on my skin
and suppressed emotionsI've walked alone, with no one by my side,
each day felt like hibernatingI've walked alone
_Mareeyah✍️
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