(I own nothing and I hope you enjoy. Good day and God bless.)
Beggars cannot chose
Whether its an apple or a bruise.
Masking inability to chose
By wearing the right shoes.
Crying in the end.
Chained to the latest trend.
Hoping good is around the bend.
That this nightmare will end.
If only one knew
One could pull through.
One could come to
Though your spirit remained slew.
Open your ear.
There is nothing to fear.
Do not hinder, dear.
You never belonged here.