My body
There is a box flowing through a pit of fire
With my emotions and voice locked inside
My heart is being crushed
Because the names of my childhood are being caught up with the present
Tired of being the lonely dumb one
That always gets laughed at
Emotional walls are being built up
And I am facing the consequences right now
Verbally abused is going to lead to
And might accidentally be put on the ones that I bring into the world
But I will try to fight against that
And everybody says play the play
Laughter hides the pains
Inside the smiles
Hides the frowns that’s planted in the heart
Deeply in rooted into the blood
That flows through the body from the head to the toes
My body is a mural painted by hate and a little love
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