The pain i feel is overwhelming.
Ludacris amount of partials parting away from me slowly
Like an art piece delicately painted
Every detail presented flowing into the sky yet tainted
Shattered crown that im bound to in this sacred temple
Made out of water and clay to sing
A voice thats unheard-of which is circling
Spirals of memories thats forbidden to b discussed bc im accused of it being a bunch of fuss
Wanting the light at the end of the tunnel to be brighter bc im sick an tired of being a fighter.
Wanting better bc I deserve it like anyone else
Yet they place me back on the shelf with the other broken frames
That has no names considering, the artist is the master and we are their game.
Love is suppose to have no limits
If thats the case then why am I sitting here with tears, throwing massive fits? Dreaming and wishing for it to one day stop.  Live the life to where I dont need to hop.
Over all the holes that run deep into the ground. So I dont fall an at the bottom be found. Curled up an thrown away like trash. Im suppose to be valuable, a priceless stash.
A masterpiece who brings positive energy.
The masters hand was shaking when he created me. So my flaws are focused on an that determined my fate. To them? Im just bait.The buyers have expectations of perfection. I didnt sign up for this application. I have many qualifications that are overlooked. But so what? Im just a flawed art piece made for the books.