pirmdiena, 2019. gada 10. jūnijs

Smile, you're the same.

People think that the different ones in this century
Are not oppressed.
People think that if you're quiet and smile,
You're happy and not depressed.
When you walk outside, dressed nice,
You're beautiful. It's not a disguise.
Of how you actually feel.
That you're barely keeping things with your family,
That doesn't really like you, nor cares about things you feel.
Like a Stockholm syndrome, but not a diagnose.
"You are just different, you don't need a dose."
You walk those streets smiling,
But you just feel numb.
Yet you show that emoji of a thumb.
It's all fine, all nice, sugar and spice.
Unaccepted for how you really are,
Forever a weirdo in a disguise.
Go on - throw a dice,
How today will be sunny and nice.

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