Without someone seeing,
You live you're life as if you are content,
With your state of being,
But when you think nobody is looking,
You struggle 'gainst your binds,
Pulling and stretching despite any pain,
To leave the feeling tameness behind,
To do what you do, but do as yourself,
All danger and risk yours,
Others see you as somebody else's,
That's what the anger's for,
Despite the love,
You ultimately feel,
For those protecting you for your own good,
Not knowing how hard it's for you to kneel.
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