every letter I bring into being gets erased and sent back to sleep finding lost words is no easy feat when you've been muffled most of your life they told me to be free and find my passion but stunted me from having feelings
I feel like a trapped wild animal backed into a corner by empowered oppressors under the guise of maturity, authority I've been led into a pit of suffocating quiet although this pen serves as compass to my quest it cannot yet heal the verbal cues I have always dreamed of placing atop their demonic heads