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I was a piece more or less, Unfit in the puzzle of society, Framed and judged, Broken and scraped, Torn to the base. I stood to be the thinker, With thoughts as the mate, As the wife is too a husband, I kept courting with anxiety, Maybe sometimes with fear, Or with shame that world-acclaimed, As the flaws of being me. I stood there many times, Neither to be oriented, Nor to be included, Just to be accepted with love, As a poison is to nectar, I was the toxin to them   I was discarded and treated, To purify the viciousness, An be a part of the deprived fellowship. I can't stand anymore there, With the crime of resistance, To not oblige with the rules, As a cage is to the bird, Statutes were the prison, To my solivagant soul . Shredded with the conclusions I was qualified as an outcast, Neither a human, Nor a living being All it was a prolonged-term As a slave is to the master, I was chained to the phrase. To be always smashed, Under the debts of acceptance.
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC
Outcast :- The place I don't fit
I was a piece more or less, Unfit in the puzzle of society, Framed and judged, Broken and scraped, Torn to the base. I stood to be the thinker, With thoughts as the mate, As the wife is too a husband, I kept courting with anxiety, Maybe sometimes with fear, Or with shame that world-acclaimed, As the flaws of being me. I stood there many times, Neither to be oriented, Nor to be included, Just to be accepted with love, As a poison is to nectar, I was the toxin to them   I was discarded and treated, To purify the viciousness, An be a part of the deprived fellowship. I can't stand anymore there, With the crime of resistance, To not oblige with the rules, As a cage is to the bird, Statutes were the prison, To my solivagant soul . Shredded with the conclusions I was qualified as an outcast, Neither a human, Nor a living being All it was a prolonged-term As a slave is to the master, I was chained to the phrase. To be always smashed, Under the debts of acceptance.
From expecting to accepting.......
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC
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