Broken Loop
About two on a Friday morning
Here I am lying on the floor
My reflection on a tilted photo seeping
Through the frame while I'm laying
still, weighed down by guilt to the core
of not being a responsible sibling;
Of taking a creeping path of lying
to protect the society that did nothing but wore
me down and put me in a quod of losing
myself and all I've ever known; And breaking
all the rules only to end up fading before
I know it; Oh! But made me laugh like crying
As I wiped my tears, I'm now feeling
the best way to learn is to unlearn more
and more of the fabricated lies we learnt growing
up and now we are born again in this amazing
world, so, it's about time we swore
to be ourselves and as I get up startling,
Hey! The photo isn't tilted anymore, darling!
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