Suffer in Silence.
Birds can scream,
You sleep, wake,
nor free will.
Being seen as little as possible.
But still, it's your fault.
Still, you falter.
You breathe out of sync,
eat the wrong way.
Sleep out of orderly.
You get shunned,
mentally stabbed by venomous words.
Stolen by evil souls.
Corrupted by evil eyes, terrifying hands.
Now you lay.
Now you hide.
Up in a tree.
Way up high.
You see the birds,
You are not free.
You are not them.
Silently you suffer.
no one to comprehend your pain.
Goodbye, silent sufferer.
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