Overwhelming pangs of discouragement
Pity and stereotypes rolled into a sandwich
My stomach just can't seem to digest
And the pangs in my stomach weigh me down
Slow my reactions, my movement is limited
Tight and constrained I exaggerate
Hoping to complete action after actions,
Internal and external fighting for control
Create the ever changing landscape
As the sun sets on its horizon.
Pity and stereotypes rolled into a sandwich
My stomach just can't seem to digest
And the pangs in my stomach weigh me down
Slow my reactions, my movement is limited
Tight and constrained I exaggerate
Hoping to complete action after actions,
Internal and external fighting for control
Create the ever changing landscape
As the sun sets on its horizon.
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