I was packed up
and shipped out.
I was sent to a place -
I was kept in the dark.
I arrived whole
and filled with curiosity.
But the way things were done meant
I had to sing a different tune to fit in.
I got packed again with four others.
They were different but the same.
They also sang the same tune to fit in.
And soon they forgot what their original song was.
I didn't care anymore about fitting in-
Because I was suffocating.
I had no room to breathe
and no space to feel free.
Claustrophobic at the core.
I began to be defiant
and voice a song I made up.
It sounded sharp
and displeasing to the ear.
But it didn't matter
because people started to leave me alone.
And then when I had enough of it all
I shipped myself out.
And as I left I had holes in me
and I was no longer whole.
I broke parts of me when I sang
the shrieking song that was mirthless.
I left some remnants of me behind
as I just wanted to get away
so I could finally feel me again.
Over the years, my holes have filled slowly
but I'm patchy,
suffered a few scratches
and my whole looks like its from a different era.
I still have pieces I need
to remember who I was.
And I'm beginning to sing
a tune I once knew
but it feels new.
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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Original narrative & well developed characters
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
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