Chained

A chain followed me throughout the voyage, I knew it was chain costumed in a glittery, winy fakeness, I never let it swallow inside of me. It left then emerged, it told me it was sorry and it had changed. I resisted, it twisted and I was chained in no time. When I followed, I got to know how it sorrowed, everything around it. I was chained, every single struggle was in vain. Then I found one axe, emerging within my chest. I broke the chain and all of that faking craze. I was in peace, got away from it and was in ease.

Reveal

Revealing was never her thing. She hid under the layers of strangeness and saw quietly who accepted strange and weird her. Many cropped her out, many thought her to be something bad; she wasn’t. She decided to finally reveal herself, all the veils and coverings fell down, revealing all that she was, they were mesmerized but now she knew who was hers and who wasn’t.

Pink skinned

She was the curly hair in the world of straight hairs. She was pink skinned in the world of white beauty. She chewed so gracefully that hardness melt at its touch. She was sad and magical in her own way. Her only problem was; she was never conquered, no matter how hard they all tried she never let the pink pigments go away. She was one of the blossoms they have ever seen growing. She was the garden in the world of thorns. 

Cage

A cage is a cage doesn't matter if it's decorated with flowers