You're more like shackled
Chained by your emotions
Your bed is the only tolerable thing
You sleep all day
Only to wake up
And be arrested by pain
You don't know why that is
Good is something not in your vocabulary
A smile is foreign
You don't know what happy is
You don't even recall being that
Or if happy is a feeling or state to start with
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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