Lens

There are stories that are untold

I want to make them unheard no more

It’s sad and unveiling

I am just poisoned by its thought

Don’t I get a chance to be heard?

Am I not enough to live to the fullest?

Life is cruel so are people

In search of magic we all get up

It’s sick and sad

I am not standing a chance

It’s my life yet there are others holding the strands

Smiling face and the holding breath

All the glitters that are given out

I am drained inside but looking full and set.