Borders
They always wanted the best out of me.
"You have to be the best at everything."
When I fail, I was drowning in the sea.
I never have the chance to spread my wings.
People always compared me to a king
Graceful, wise, caring, smart and talented
but like everyone, I'm slowly dying.
It feels like I'm a criminal wanted.
For all the things I did, they commented.
"Who do you think you are." "You are no one."
This slowly makes my fragile heart damaged
I tried to ignore them and tried to run.
Stand up, fall, up again, cross the borders.
Like my strong mom said, give yourself orders
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