I don't know why you believed them,
I don't know why you still do--
The things some people will tell you,
The things some will do.
I hate that your thoughts don't matter,
When someone else is involved.
I hate that you lock your voice away,
Just to give others a resolve.
These things you've always been told,
The things you continue to believe,
Were given to you by people who never mattered,
And what they set out to do to you,
They achieved.

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