#39

And what should I do?
As one chained and sheltered,
untaught by the world,
convinced for so long
that this was all I could be —
was there ever anything more?

It’s so lonely.
There seems no comfort left,
too far removed,
blinded by memories.

Will death be the key?

I have nowhere else to go.
What can I do?

They drowned me
in love once —
now in overprotection.

They never let me grow wings.
The ceiling too low,
their thoughts too shallow.
What can I do?

How can I go—

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