Why do I try. To send words I know will die in a sea of lines. all of my rage and the things I want to do are kept inside. So I act in a way inside of my body. I am a cage to myself. I know I will be judged and ostricised if I show my interests. they are always near and they will always notice. I am kept to my daydreaming and wishing and wishing all the things a happy person could ever want. friends, play, enjoyment and sharing our struggles and thoughts. But am I asking too much. Its all too much isnt it? Why do I keep trying. Why do I keep trying. So Ill just give up and not care, But its so hard to not care when I was built to.
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