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Felicity Paris Apr 2020
I'm giving up a part of myself
to be what you need

a fraction of who I was;
who I need myself to be, again

if I am inconvenient for you,
then who should I be?
See how she had changed
See how she had grown
Nothing stayed the same
All were due for change

She cried to the world
But it never understood her tears
She gave out a brittle laugh instead
For the whole world would always seem not to care

She'd been always compromising for everyone else
Yet she ended up getting nothing in return
She was trapped in the confusion of her mind
She was lost with no way out

She was in the labyrinth
So labyrinth she became
Who was she?
*She was someone she never wanted to be

— The End —