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Taped
My mouth is taped against my will. The clock is ticking fast.
Fizzy cola in my hand. I'm trying to be clean inside.
I threw away the ring. What an illusion you are.
All hail the pumpkin song. Bravery is missing.
I try and reset my soul. Trying to look acceptable outside.
I'm lying,don't you see?! My mouth is taped shut.
A limp in my neck keeps me in silence.
Oh,funny but painful games.
The wheel decides my future. Such skillful culture,
hiding their pain. Protest of the brain.
It blew up my future. Such a painful past on my back.
Fizzy cola in my hand. I'm trying to be clean inside.
I threw away the ring. What an illusion you are.
All hail the pumpkin song. Bravery is missing.
I try and reset my soul. Trying to look acceptable outside.
I'm lying,don't you see?! My mouth is taped shut.
A limp in my neck keeps me in silence.
Oh,funny but painful games.
The wheel decides my future. Such skillful culture,
hiding their pain. Protest of the brain.
It blew up my future. Such a painful past on my back.
Published 29th Jan 2022
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29th Jan 2022 3:29pm
"Oh,funny but painful games. " is related to my past. My classmates thought that by bullying me they are playing fun games with me. How is scarring someone for life a fun game?
