Here in somber
A pale face of teenage waste
Shuns the young
And buries the exile six feet deep
Freewill finds fury
In ridicule
And instability
Force fed
Half said
This benevolent creation
Love and loathe
The fixation so endlessly
Strip the pride
Secured in egotism
Clings to lips
Spitting truth-absorbing agony
Hold out
Coercion will prolong the drama
Held inflictions
Beware of their return
Courage bestowed
In the stillness sits sedated
Concealed when calling in silent
Outshine
Voiceless deliverance
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