A string attached to me

Does it match me?

Universally, we all think alike

But there’s a price when we fight

The hatred for being you

We are all catered in our points of view

They wish to change you

I wish to talk to someone,

I wish I can learn a person

The law of separation
is equal to the law of desperation

And me in jail with my patience

begging to be freed within her absurdity.