Why am I always denied the chance to be me?
No matter how hard I try to tame it, that zeal just keeps burning
No one really seems to understand but only my inner self
Will that time ever come when our true selves will be adored?
Where then is the “light at the end of the tunnel?”
Success is not imparted but worked for
My pen and paper gives no result but the implementation of visions and desires
Yes we are all entitled to our opinions and this is mine
My heart weeps, my passion keeps dying and dreams keeps shattering
I posses the heart of many bruises
No one to console and dress my wounds
The cry of a desperate soul

Credit: Honu Aku Sandra

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