Days like these I can feel the walls closing in
air seems limited
as my body begins to turn skin into scars
daylight destroys me
while I hide in the nights darkness
sigh and wonder
outcast is my gender
life is my enemy
sorrow is my torture
eyes no longer see
but is clouded by a puddle
hate and aggression
pain without pleasure
somehow the end never change
only seen as a different picture..
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