something in your head legitimises
that is all right to shut me in a room with you
I wonder what makes you think that
justify that
nothing good ever came out of an action like that
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they shut me in a black hole
shut me in with every curse and insult
against me
live with it
live with yourself
in there
and I asked myself
how can any good survive in here
how can I not lose myself in here
amidst the words that don’t belong to me
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all I did was draw outside of the lines
with the colours in my head
and not the ones you picked
Croque-Melpomene 