False But Correct
Sweet little girl livng by the bay,
Watching her life pass in the waves,
Such a hard day she left inside,
Bang bang condemns her ways,
Such a beautiful face,
Lusted in innocence,
Her boyfriend on her mind,
Influences her to be tongue tied.
Or was it her friends,
Who left her to be dead?
She's heard the rumours,
But never concived,
With no neighbors,
She looks to the sea.
She stands along the ledge,
Looking down as if her last,
Life can be so easily ended,
Despite all her honors that past.
Considered a smart mind,
With a popularity to admire,
Yet emptyness inside,
Remains despite desires.
She dives into the sea and closes her eyes,
As she sinks deeper within waters as she hides,
This is so familiar to what she always feels,
Constantly drowned in her desires greedly,
But never free to her happiness instilled,
For that is the air she breathes in reality.
What was expected is not accepted,
Behind her face is a mind ambushed,
Society says virginity is false,
Gender is a sexist meaning,
Old faiths bring us all lies,
You must fit in to be free.
But it doesn't feel free to her,
For her conscience mind is alive,
Anarchy tends to surround her,
Society can't accept her mind.
As the waters hide her spirit,
She focuses on what feels right,
Answers arrive to her senses,
Then she rises above the horizon.
Makes her way back onto the beach,
She lays on the sand moon bathed,
Then her phone begins to ring,
Her boyfriends tempts her ways.
He follows society to the letter,
She's tried to folow him a many
But inside she remains darker,
Hiding her truth with a setting.
For if she dareth reveal her love,
Asylums will pick at her locks,
At least that was her before,
For now she hides it no more.
Fearless sets her mind on truth,
With truth she's no longer fogged,
Not accepted or bonded in rules,
She lets herself free to go far.
Media circulates her name in slander,
But realization comes soon to pass,
She brought down the rules of torture,
And instilled the laws of success.
Her faith no longer condemned,
She resides on her homeland,
Proud to be wild and free,
But not afraid to always think.
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