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People say, "You're too big, why you into poetry?"
Seriously?
Honestly
This body's always to big for me
Completely
Utterly
Trapped, trying to break free
Society can't see
Beyond my skin, see the real me
Outsides hard, insides sapply
Hard to live happily
Every second scream out madly
Sometimes it hurts so badly
Times they see me for me is hardly
I wake up sorely
Yawn throughout the day boredly
Still making fun of me? I messed you up accordingly
Now wonder you were always so scareda me

I wonder why
I can't deny
Why I was given this body that lives a lie
A new appearance I might buy
Given the chance I might try
The gods I would defy
But I feel I may cry
Feel like they pushed me off the rye
Thoughts end with a sigh
They always think that I'm not the type of guy
But here I am now, my oh my
Brains begin to fry
Tongues begin to tie
All in favor of me? Aye
I'm staying this way until the day I die
Until then I continue to fly, high in the sky
**This is who I am
I sit on a swing Knees high, feet planted firmly on the ground
I’m too tall for it, but I start swinging anyway I’m always too tall
Back and forth higher and higher
Higher and higher back and forth
Wind rushes my ears each time I plummet back to earth falling endlessly
I look up as I sway, see the clouds in the sky I want to reach out and touch them
See another world, away from ours beautiful world
Higher and higher back and forth
I close my eyes and imagine a world a perfect world
A world where swings are bigger and people are nicer happiness in abundance
I float away from the swing effortlessly, willfully
I let go drift towards my dream
Higher and higher back and forth
Closer to the world I long for so close
The swing snaps as I wake up nothing to stop descent
Lying broken on the ground bone and heart
I fall asleep forever
And dream of a swing *a swing where my legs dangle
I need an outlet for these emotions to spill
Their bubbling at the surface, I've had my fill
It’s hard keeping this raw energy contained
It hurts, lately I've been living life pained.
Try to talk them out
Don’t have the courage to tell what about
Anger, regret, happiness, sad just to name a few
Out of my head they spew
Paper is the gateway from my thoughts to reality
But if anyone should read, would they question my morality?
Or reject my personality?
Load my pen up with my feelings
The words I write are healing's
A chance to relieve some pressure
Filled up too much to measure
To release is such a pleasure
To find peace, I search for that treasure
But if I leave my mind alone
Mind and reason will be overthrown
By the fists of thought, hammering at the walls with a desperate tone
Seeds of self-destruction I have sewn
All chances to stop it, I have blown
This is the only way I can survive
This solution was the only thing I could contrive
Maybe through written words I could thrive
If not, my soul would dive
Down deep into the bowels of darkness
Salvation would truly be hopeless
But for now, the abyss will just tease
Until I have no more use for writing, my heart will never be at ease
Oh this liberating ink

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