Are always
S p r a w l e d
Beneath my soles,
But I've grown tense
With the anxiety and overwhelming fear
Of breaking the fragility.
It is exhaustive to have your own
h a p p i n e s s
Dictated and controlled by the
Happiness
Of someone else,
To have your freedom
Only earned
When you make
The right moves
Or say
The right words.
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