Why can't I make you see
that under my skin and inside my chest
my heart beats the same as yours.
It beats with emotion that you would ridicule,
it beats with fear that you would use.
Why can't I make you see
that inside my chest and under my skin
my heart has a strength, more than you.
A lion would cower at what I can do,
but not you, not yet, not now.
I ache to break out and grab your attention,
to shake you and roar at you and claw at your chest,
so I can see all you hide, just like me.
One day I could, one day I might,
to win this war I wage in my head.
I wish I could make you see
that under my skin and inside my chest,
I am nothing like you.
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