When my pen reaches paper
Angry words flow rather than kind
When my friends are ignorant
I quietly let my teeth grind
When I dare go out the door
A happy place is hard to find
When I listen to the beat of my music
The words catch me in a bind
When I try to step out into reality
I should try to step out of my mind
For not opening my eyes soon to the real world
May eventually leave me paralysed and blind
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