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Translucent Guilt
A dragging chain along the floor
With bad intentions it makes me sore
I stumble on to take my place
But all I can do is hide my face
Amidst the horror and fear in people's eyes
They get along by reciting lies
In order to feel like everything's okay
They live like mannequins everyday
Rushing along yet standing still
The entire system makes me ill
Society is out to get us all
Or is it the chains that make us fall?
Yet only those who get treated like dirt
Seem to know how it feels to hurt
Yet without the chains on my shoulder
I feel the same weight like a boulder
I try to push it as far away
As I can but it asks to stay
So I agree to be its home for the night
But in the morning I awake with fright
To my surprise it stayed the whole week
And after a month, I began feeling meek
After a year, every night I shed a tear
And at the 5 year mark, the screams were all I could hear
Then one night I couldn't stand straight
My thoughtless actions determined my fate
From my razor, I stole the blade
The worst decision I ever made
I didn't want to see the blood
But I felt myself in sinking mud
I wanted to stop feeling anything at all
And that's when I remember my fall
When I awoke my eyesight was blurry
I heard my mom shrieking hurry
There was a stinging coming from my wrist
I faintly saw a diagonal twist
Before long I awoke in pain
I felt so sore I took the God’s name in vain
My mom was crying so hard she started to choke
And I knew not only herself, but her heart was broke
Years later I can say I've recovered
But the stitches on my arm leave no wonder
I wanted to die and I tried to kill
But now I have another chance to survive and take it, I will.

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