Unopened, frozen, hoping for a token to life but still broken
She doesn’t always know what she wants but this is not what she had chosen
Wounds still open
Consuming poison in slow motion
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When they try to play with her emotions, she opposes
Can’t mess with her mind, if in her mind there’s already an explosion
Full of emotions, while she tries to stay focused
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No one listened to her when she was outspoken, now she remains unspoken
They don’t understand, but they messed up her whole motion
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Unopened, frozen, hoping for a token to life but still broken
Hoping, the doors to negativity closing, her mind opens
She starts to enjoy the moment
Staying away from everyone that’s posing
One day they give you roses, the next they’re feeding you poison
Poetry & Self-Awareness 