Pliant and wayward
breaking under the pressure of the life you never lived
You smiled once
Before smiling became a chore and a fantasy
Then there was the box
Nailed in, one plank at a time
One wall war erected while you just sat
and helped nail it in

Your dreams are esoteric
fake philosophers dream of cracking the cryptic nuances of your unsmile
In fact you sang once. Dreamed once. But now this box

You are a nonentity
The world has dumbed you down
There is nothing left but hatred in your laugh
you are another casualty of conformity

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