You painted me in the colours you prefered.
The ones I liked, you deterred.
You told me how to stand, how to hold my head right.
I didn’t want to be there, the sun shining so bright.
Burning the inside of my eyelids.
I yearned to touch them with my fingertips.
But you told me to hold still, never move.
I stood there like a statue, eyes tearing, frozen in time.
Waiting for release from this prison of mine.
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