She Suffocates
by Snapcase· from Progression Through Unlearning
We don't see her beyond her molded worth. Is she accepted or rejected, we consume her shell. She must refuse his pride, this world she must defy, defy. They will sell her as a mindless game, and you're a winner when you own her, what we expect is vain. Doors don't open as she suffocates, and she will teach us and make some changes, but we don't learn a thing. We don't see her, we don't see her, we'll consume her, but we don't see her.