My Body is the Limit

It hides and restricts me,
It needs me to be careful,
Who's careful? Me?
Me who is never fearful?
It does not allow me to fly and soar,
It makes me feel small,
It just makes me want to roar!
Then they will know who's small, 
it refuses to cooperate with me,
instead, we clash and betray
the owner of this body is me,
but at the end of the day,
I have to stay in a body, 
that always tries to stop me,
 

sarcasimish

VT

YWP Alumni

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