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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Underneath our sins/ they call us sinners Underneath our pride???underneath our happiness? Buried within society? We heard them shout? We heard them shout at the top of their lungs. We heard them shout where we were going and when we were going there. We heard them call us “Devils. “Devils”??How could we be devils?? We were only just alive. We didn't choose to be this way, it just happened like this. We went to the venues for confession but they only shamed us more. They shamed us for coming clean, they humiliated us, kicked us out and closed the door. -So what now. Where will we go? It's ok, forget about it, pack your bag and put on a smile. We're leaving but we'll come back after a while. Underneath my strong assertive exterior there is a person scared that they have to go. A person that regrets ever letting the world know. A person that took advice from someone living on the same planet yet a different world . We heard them shout at the top of their lungs. We heard them shout that sooner or later we would have to stop this sin. We heard them call us miscreants. MIscreants?? As in criminals?? What have we done to be classified as such?? As if me expressing my love through a touch is enough to make me into an animal. One deserving of being put into a kennel. Are those who love normal recipients?? Are they the ones worthy?? Does their normal make them better? Does their “holy” mean they’re greater? They shout loudly at the breaker. And their loud shouts grow prouder. -Underneath that voice shouting lies a girl not so much girl buried within society. Slowly dying to make a break, slowly crawling to catch a breath. Underneath her happiness lies the lies that she hides from the world as she tries to be the best girl in it. Underneath her pride lies a girl that strives to reach and meet the terms of their holy but dries out and dies. -Underneath their “HOLY”. They call us villains. We hear them shouting. We bear with the pain and the shame… we pack our bags and turn our backs….desperate for the day they will understand our pain and welcome us back I express my pain loudly yet not trying to provoke thee They ignore my yells proudly while singing the songs of their holy
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