Prompt: An event that changed you
I'm sitting in white walls bound to the seat I'm in.
There's static flying around and voices say it's a sin.
They want to change who I am, but I won't let them.
They think I'm different because I'm so good at pretend,
But I'm a dormant volcano, waiting for the right time
to blow up again. Welcome to my little life.
I think I've convinced them, and almost myslef too.
White walls and devil wings, never makes the truth.
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