Beneath the Glass- It Burns
I know how they feel,
all the animals behind glass.
They are only living creatures,
but people can be crass.
I feel the lion and myself
have a lot in common,
Because frankly hiding
ain't no option.
I'm the ant under
the microscope,
The freak that stands out clear,
I'm the one that has no purpose
and should just disappear...
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