Birth is a curse and existence is our prison

Trapped within ourselves with no way out

Perception is her own but controlled by someone different

Body is accepted as long as it fits others expectations

Born into a place with a different perception

Smiling is pretty and crying is weak

Attention is good but too much and you're a whore

Brains and you know everything looks and you need more

Born into a world premade with its own decisions

We are the examples of the monsters before

No understanding for something new

We're trapped in a world where the bars are placed there for a reason
© Amedamnee