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I want to be empty.
I want to be free.
I need some compassion,
a reason to Be.

I have a heart,
I have a mind.
But nothing to share
with someone kind.

Emotions racing at the speed of light, but no expression or way out in sight.

A reason to care
has eluded me,
for the people who judge
but will not see.

I feel like your honeybee,
the worker, but never queen.
I feel like Im used, abused,
and never truly seen.

Will I ever be loved, or am I just a pawn in your plot to survive.
Im tired of settling and just living to be alive.