To escape the hypocrasy.
Tied down to a future,
I didn't want,
Didn't ask for,
Don't deserve.
What did I ever do to you?
Why do you treat me as you do?
Sure, perfection
Is not my strong point.
I have my flaws,
Scars and torments.
But I try and
Cry and hope.
Struggling to get free,
These double-standards
Are killing me.
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