How does it feel to be a stranger?
To memorize your favourite flavor?
To help people when your fractured?
To smile when your heart's burnt?
To walk with sores on legs?
To hold with boils on hands?
To follow their rules,
Without living under their roofs?
To look up and find everything new?
To look down and find nowhere to be dew?
How does it feel to let yourself suffer?
Cause world needs you tougher.
Why can't I let go of the mask?
Why can't I say no to a task?
For how long can I walk?
Will I shatter and scatter without a knock?
Why can't I say I am done?
When will I find my sun?
To guide me in the dark,
Without needing anything to start?
Will they, then sympathize with me?
Will they, then try to fix me?
Or find a new sunshine for themselves?
One that can choose emotions from shelves.

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