traversing mountains of expectations
bury me alive with talk of ill fate
closing doors to hide my lamentations
singing ballads of grief in my dream state
tolerating their well-meant sentiments
still trying to see their good intentions
sit quietly while they give their two cents
their pointless attempts to make connections
I discover the key to my handcuffs
in the glints of light shining below me
when I feel the waters start to get rough
I take a boat to where no one knows me
the gentle currents erode all my scars
alone in lakeside metamorphosis
transformative nights spent under the stars
taking in small joys so easy to miss
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