That Line..., poetry by Purr at Spillwords.com

That Line

That Line…

written by: Purrfectly Wicked

 

There’s a line I can’t cross
That you might find odd
But for me it’s a prison
And it’s not my desicion
For I want to be free
That’s what they can’t see
Inside I am screaming
But no one is hearing
They are always assuming
It’s not life consuming
They think I refuse
Because that’s what I choose
But I tell you it’s hell
I’m stuck in this shell
That line is my door
I’m stuck to the floor
They think I am lying
But Inside I am dying
Even though I am shaking
They all think I’m faking
I stand there and cry
Seeing that look in their eye
Of shame and doubt
Of why I’m not out
And I wish for one day
They could feel the same way
Just to be heard
Without saying a word

There’s a line I won’t cross
Do you still find it odd?
For you see it is my prison
And it was not my decision…

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