Once Upon a Time
Started a blank canvas for people to stain,
Made to be perfect, sickeningly plain.
Somewhere I started taking my own train,
Trying to go against the grain.
But everything I do is always in vain,
Because they hold me like a chain.
I tried to start over and run from my pain.
Behind jokes and irony, nothing but strain.
Three weeks locked up for being insane,
And they still look down with disdain.
9/27/2019
For the "The Story of My Life in Ten Lines" Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Copyright © Correagndslkhsj Loaifhshfasjkh | Year Posted 2019
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