Forced, I am forced, I am forced to be,
Something I’m not; a spike in the foot,
Waiting, and waiting, and waiting to see,
Nothing’s as real so why don’t you take a close look.
Clenching, I am clenching, I am clenching my fist,
Blood trickles down the palindrome skin,
Why am I here, making this list?
Sounds stupid, sounds dull, it’s tough to begin.
Squeezing, I am squeezing, I am squeezing my heart,
Writing that’s stubborn, refuses to fit,
I hate this conformity right at the start,
An unseen hand now shoves me to sit.
Tension, strings pulled down to the max,
Then, BOOM!!! it pops, and I melt into wax.
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