When you twist a bulb you’ll see the light,
And all you can do is wonder
Why do I not just shine?
When the psychology of your mind twists your imagination,
You realise you’ve been hidden from a generation,
A generation that never spoke of you,
Tears twist under the surface of your eyes,
You realise fighting the reality was never right,
Only to linger in the cocoon of the spotless mind.
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Poetry and lyrics.