I live a life so stiff and straight
Always worried about what others might think
I put my desires aside
Keep my hope inside
Scared to act out my thoughts
I jail them
And hope that in a sentence of 25 to life
I don’t have them overturned
And realize that I never truly lived
That the better part of my soul
Was left to wither
Into a frail after thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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