White lines all over your skin,
Jagged and straight, thick and thin.
Run from your fears, they'll get you for sure,
Lines running wild, the world is a blur.
Don't know how to fight, don't know how to win,
So you use the markings all over your skin.
Don't let your fears catch you or you will get hurt,
Their scratches inflame and start to feel burnt.
But you do nothing neither will your kin,
Just try to survive the lines on your skin.
Once your fears catch you there's nothing to lose,
Silly young zebra, your lines you did choose.
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A Random Collection of Poems
कविताIn this collection of poetry, you'll find poetry about love, mental health, and existential questions. Who would be the last person you'd speak to? If you had a choice, would you rather drown or burn? How do people with mental struggles cope unheal...
