Prisoners⛓

To please the people around
We become prisoners as they become the hound
Silencing our voice
To be typical we make a choice

Shaping the the tools for our cage
We start slipping of the edge
The edge of our destruction
Prisnores in bars of our own construction


Though we have the key
To be out of this captivity
Free souls we can't be
If we prefer such fragility



Each day the cell is getting smaller
Crushing our bones as its colder
Piece by piece we start to loose
The satisfaction of people over our personality when we choose



How come we be prisoners
When we're the key holders
How can opinions be our slaying masters

#ŠK
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