Life's merry-go-round
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Who are you Who are afraid to show your affection for fear of the Others' voice? You are nothing Not here, not there not then, not now. The Others will rule you to the end of your days; They won't stop their hurtful ways. You say you're sorry, but it's not good enough. The others won't hear it. They just keep beating you breaking you. Someone help me you cry yet none dare step from the crowd. Beating, breaking. No one can hear your cries for respect. Breaking, beating. You try to end it, so they act like they care. Even sacrifice their own, just to keep you theirs. You are ruled by the Others. There is no escape. When the threat ends they start again. Beating, Breaking. Breaking, beating. No escape. In a hurtful circle like a merry-go-round. Others' words the vicious music. Telling tales that lie. Round we go and round again. Beating, no breaking, escape. beating, no breaking, escape. You lie awake thinking why. Why it is this way. Dread the coming light when you pick a unicorn to take the circle. Beating, no breaking, escape. Beating, no breaking escape. You can't take it anymore. So They come and take you from it all. In the little room where the gentle rocking replays the circle. Forward, beating backward, breaking forward, no backward, escape. Still no one listens.
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