|Don’t tell me home is where my heart is,
When my heart is in world’s that don’t exist,
Don’t tell me my face doesn’t look the same as the masks
You’ve given to society,
As you keep me locked inside,
Don’t tell me the soul I carry isn’t mine to hide,
My body spends the days in your cell, in your cage,
Whilst my heart dreams of beauty,
Beauty you’ll never know,
This fantasy I cling to,
You’ll never rip apart,
Like you ripped apart my reality,
Why do you keep me here? Keep my soul,
To dance in your hideous masquerade,
Why do you hold me to your precious conventions?
To your failing perfections,
Why do you insist I play your games?
When you know, you know that you will never tame my pain,
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