PAIN NO GAIN
Shy, cry, bye and why
Look me in my eyes, and you still lie
Tears swelling, questioning how I will get by
Water weight dropping, I've ran myself dry
I'm a wreck, be honest, how do I look?
How do I regain everything you've took?
My only escape, are the words from a book
Oh yes I'm shook, and I condemn you as a crook
A crook, ah yes, I have issues, and you still attempt to get into all my nooks
Nooks and crannies, quite uncanny,
Greiving hearts, I know how much you miss your granny
Am I allowed to hurt, allowed to fear, allowed to love
Head hangs down like a wilted flower, no energy to look above
Waiting for a symbol of hope, but I see no dove
Pressure upon me, I feel as if I'm am being shoved
Pain with no gain
It's as if my whole life has been slain
Torture continues, the suffering never seems to cease
Fragile and weak, but yet I am still a beast
A creature, unstable, but yet I am able
I am not defined by any labels.
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