Standing in silence
Yearning for truth
Mortified by rebellion
All because of you
Searching for features
Wanting to be unique
"Plain and disgusting"
You used to critique
Willing to try anything
Dreading the outcome
Let down into failure
Rejected too much
Living with nothing
Satisfied with more
Closing too many
Of those long opened doors
Subsiding ignorance
No longer naked to see
Mishaps appearing everywhere
Which used to be me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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