We are dry leaves
struggling to survive
we stop, we admire,
we are stopped by malicious glares.
~~~
We stumble walking in worn shoes,
allowing pressure to push us down
we cannot stop, we want to,
we are silenced by the voice of aggressors.
~~~
We escape from their clannish,
but we turn and stare, and listen
we retract from our initial thoughts
we are crushed by their vile.
~~~
We read our own phrases,
to remind us of our true faces
we think of when we’ll end
but until then, we can embrace our fulfilment.
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