Trapped I'm in a box The door is locked I have no freedom I'm not a real person The door is opened The gate is not I have no freedom I'm not a real person The gate is opened But the walls are still there I have no freedom I'm not a real person I have no rights I have no feelings I have no thoughts I have no emotions I'm second class Lowest of the low I should not care I'm not a real person ##poetsin #poetry
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