lyrics i wrote during school hours

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The soul
And it’s turmoil
Is unbearable to itself.
It wishes that it
Weren’t so deformed.
It’s vessel; weighing it down.
It’s spirit still ripe for mold.
The body of this being
Doesn’t feel like it matches.
It’s thoughts and it’s feelings
Make it confused.
It’s afraid
To refer to it’s gods,
As it knows it will shun them away.
It knows how they feel,
Or at least, a mere guesstimate
And it doesn’t want to be left behind by them.

Shame.
Shame on it.
Shame on itself.
Shame.
Shame on it.
Shame for it’s ways.

Silent cries
While burdenful feelings stir inside.
The world knows
Except for the ones that matter;
A selective secret.
Would you like to hear it?

For what feels like
A millennia,
This spirit
Fears it’s own demise
By the hands of it’s creators
For how it thinks.
It knows it’s too young,
Too immature,
To get a grip on how it’s mind works for sure.
Scared to whisper, but not to yell.
Hard to tell if they’d take it well,
But knowing them and those alike,
It’s likely that it will be trashed.
Too afraid to bloom
By what it’s been told.
It doesn’t want to be bold and upset them again
Like the last time
Or the one before.
It can barely take it anymore.
The inner conflict, the self doubt,
The shutting of everyone out
So it can sit alone
And feel

Shame.
Shame on it.
Shame on itself.
Shame.
Shame on it.
Shame for it’s ways.