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To Life I was Blind
I live life as if
I suffer consequences
I live my life as if
I know what to regret is
Afraid of some cost
Trying to remain good
Surrounded in loss
For I am constantly defeated
I never obtained a meaning
To who I am
Only went on as a do-gooder
Separated from man
Dwellers of this here earth
Separated from woman
The givers of life through birth
Am I cursed
To my own way of thinking
Searching so long for answers
Only to over look each meaning
Inside I’m screaming
Through tears
My frustrations emerge
In it’s transparence
My thoughts are unheard
Not even through words
For I am still that encaged bird
Yearning to fly
As I realized I hold the key
To my enslaved life
To this “Goodness”
And uncaring people
To be like them, to myself
Would be deceitful
I now ask myself even true?
As I think, not knowing why
For every good thing I do
A hundred tears spill from my eyes
Is the life I have lived
The consequences I suffered
Are the misguided morals and values
I’ve Instilled in my head
In being different I denied myself
Thinking I was better
For not succumbing to the needs I’ve felt
To myself I have dealt
Internal pain that mentally hurts
Mad at the world
Free of yearn
Blinded by “Right”
As I wronged myself
By not fully living
My life
I’ve always been free
All I had to do
Was Fly
