Rage

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Sometimes I wonder 
Do people know how many scars I'm hiding 
Do they know about the guy I loved 
I still love
Do they know about all the vain I felt alone 
Do they know how many times I wiped my tears 
Is this all because of that feeling 
How is he a human after tearing me apart
Now I feel the rage comin' from me
Now I know what medusa felt like
When people wronged her so many times
This patriarchy is suffocating me because 
It's related to you
All this time I knew I knew 
And I pretended because I'm a women 
The woman who knows how to transform 
Oh the pain into the courage to fight you
And your manipulative shots 
This society has always been the show watcher 
But never, oh the savior 
The perfect crimes he did
The perfect murder of young hearts 
Still walking freely to murder another one
I wish I won't stop writing until I ran out of this black ink in my heart 
I wish I won't stop until I prove your way wrong
I guess this is how it feels to be powerful.

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