Trivial small talk sends my unstable Emotion spinning,

and in the mirror lies a Story of discontent that never finds relief.

Guess it can’t be helped, right?

Stereotypes aren’t even surprising anymore.

Nothing ever changes, does it?

All this planted Bias stays the same.

So break it for me.

I keep wishing I could just erase everything,

thoughts like that won’t leave me alone.

So please—yes, please—pull me out of here,

take my hand and lead me away.

Heartless words weave an unnatural Resonance,

and in return I’m left holding a vague Promise that will never be fulfilled.

You won’t admit it, will you?

Calling me a minority isn’t even interesting anymore.

You’ll just laugh, won’t you?

At the Bias piled up around me.

So break it for me.

I keep wishing I could throw everything away,

that thought keeps slipping through me again and again.

So gently—oh so gently—push me away,

reject this hand of mine.

Like a fragile heart collapsing without a sound,

the beautiful, noble Amaryllis withers away.

I keep wishing I could just erase it all,

those thoughts won’t stop coming.

So please—just end this for me,

right now.

Everything spills out of my hands,

and somehow I long for that kind of release.

So please—just let it go,

and let my hand fall away.

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