Shards of eggshells cling to our feet as we trudge along our coarse
With hallowed hearts and vacant chests, our throats are growing hoarse
Yet we continue to scream inaudibly, neither willing to admit defeat
Though the scars that decorate our damaged selves symbolize we’re incomplete.
No one seems to comprehend how fragile we all are
As titanium cages only mask the tin foil that is our heart
Despite what people think or say, regardless of how we appear
It doesn’t matter how strong one is, their delicate heart must be held dear
In hands of steal that serve as shields for out flickering sparks of hope-
Hope to one day become human, despite our spiraling slope.
aside from perhaps some spelling errors, what'dya think?
Les/Bi/Gay Paradise
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