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The rain keeps falling,
And the pain goes on.
Your name; I try calling,
But the words are finally gone.
...
Where is my guiding light?
The one that you had said was here.
Wheres my knight and shinning armor?
You've finally made it clear.
...
Ah, Yes...
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Such a depressing thing,
As one could lose their life by tomorrow.
...
The cascading numbness,
Slowly consumes me.
The desolate darkness,
Wraps its icy tendrils around my blackened heart.
...
Wanna know the real me?
Then take a closer look.
There is more behind the cover,
Of this newly tattered book.
...
I remember when,
I was twelve years old.
And there wasn't much,
Behind the story told.
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Caged Bird
The rain keeps falling,
And the pain goes on.
Your name; I try calling,
But the words are finally gone.
You won't remember me,
Cause' I'm just a lost memory.
Always walking down the same forgotten road,
A story of the lonely; Still left untold.
'She is not important, '
'She is lost in the dark.'
It's not my fault that I had fallen,
Believed the shadows within my heart.
'She's a freak.'
'A monster, if you will.'
Why do they say this?
Why am I considered 'ill'?
I am a person,
Just like you.
Hate me because I'm different?
Well, that's nothing new.
So hang me from the gallows,
Repress my words,
But I refuse,
To be your caged bird.
Burn my spirit,
Stitch my lips.
Bind my hands,
But I'll never forget.
You're the weird ones.
The ones who need help.
I am perfectly normal,
And I'm content with the cards I've been dealt.
I will speak my mind,
I will be heard.
No matter what you say or think,
I am no longer bound, no longer you're caged bird.
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4/23/2024 1:20:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the caged bird, that tell a true story of blind people that suround you. Being diiferent always tell me that they are actually uncomfortable in their won skin, Maybe they wanna be like you but dont have it in themselves. Neither should you be a caged be bird, try always to remain a free spirit. Loved the poem