get me through the rough
see through the sun
blinding my existence
a phenomenon I want to end
asked to craft words
when pain is the only source
breathing as I am forced to
running short of reasons
forlorn in blazing crowd
masking the status quo
fully erase the context
to fit in your norms
I still fret a lot
I find no validation
people are for themselves
pretending they are not
like these words lacking rhymes
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
get me through the rough
see through the sun
blinding my existence
a phenomenon I want to end
asked to craft words
when pain is the only source
breathing as I am forced to
running short of reasons
forlorn in blazing crowd
masking the status quo
fully erase the context
to fit in your norms
I still fret a lot
I find no validation
people are for themselves
pretending they are not
like these words lacking rhymes
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