Crushed

A gathering surrounds you

Confidence exudes 

Yet when they are strangers

It changes your view

You cannot talk or joke

You cannot laugh at all

crushing your personality

Society kills your voice 

A living being reduced to dust

A piece of dust becomes a man 

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