I wrote this poem about
Bang Chan ❤️
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The rain is falling, the pain is real.
Feelings no man would want to feel.
The sadness present, the madness creeping,
While everyone out there is sleeping.
He writes and writes, the lyrics bold,
But they are not good enough, as he was told.
The air is heavy, the tears would fall,
The hate is constant, coming from all.
The antis are fierce, their words like kn!ves,
His only goal is to survive.
The music plays, it doesn't feel right.
The darkness swallows him into the night.
He tries and tries until he falls,
But nobody comes to answer his call.
The sun is rising, the dark has passed.
A new day has come at last.
He hid the paper, deep out of sight,
A secret victory born from the night.
