To be in a cage,
yet completelly free.
Paralyzed.
I am unable
to do as I please,
since my fears
(and flaws)
follow me around
everywhere.
Should I smile?
Say hello?
Would I look sad?
Pitiful?
Or get rejected-
can a smile get rejected?
Do you know I exist?
Of course you do.
You told that to your friends.
But what do you think of me?
The girl frowning through life,
looking insecure.
Guarded.
By sadness itself.
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