My spirit is captured
within me
finding no way out
from this well ordered
abode
my body has created
Pleasure
is a poison
when it turns into
suffering
my spirit knows
what my body denies
Kindness
is a thorn
when it turns into
wounds
my spirit knows
what by body denies
You don’t need to be
nice
for niceness
is just power
overwhelming me
from all sides
like a rope around
my neck
I cannot breathe
You don’t need to be
kind
for kindness
is just a cover
for a trap
I don’t mind
your harshness
if my spirit says
you are right
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