This heart of mine
Was once a candle,
It became a wildfire
It was too much to handle.
The flame disappeared
They realised I was broken,
Only silenced remained
And my words unspoken.
I tried to fit in this world
And find my home,
The more people learned
The more I felt alone.
I became an outcast
The freak of the street,
All because I chose to march
To my own beat.
This heart of mine
Is now left with cracks,
The fire that once burned
Is nothing more than wax.
K
The world doesn’t seem to like individuality… let’s be reballious 🙂
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YES! There’s strength in numbers 🙂
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That’s for sure 🙂
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