Unavailable Truth
I can’t laugh because I’m not visible
I don’t fit anywhere
I’m like a bird with ducks
Unable to fly in the future
I don’t like the smell of the soup
That make me feel vulnerable
Trying to break the chain inside my mind
Leaving me unavailable and dead inside
Unable to see love next door
Now the cold wind of winter
Came to run over me
No hand leans on to help me
There is a door inside of me
Not everyone has the key
You have to be chosen
No one has ever said “Look back”
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