ControlA Poem by KGreene
How hard it is to be confined
when all we want to do is fly. To think and speak without a care. Not living a life that is so unfair. Being able to be true to yourself, and not needing to worry about your mental health. Filled with peace and tranquility for what would seem like an eternity. But whenever I open my eyes all I see is hate and lies.
© 2014 KGreeneAuthor's Note
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