Fears = Limitations

1,440 minutes,
365 days a year.
Either teeming with anger,
Or being with unknowing fear.

Its usually the anger,
Tearing open my skull.
Unable to do so.
Instead, making the frame dull.

Trapped in my room,
By my own limitations.
I am simply feared,
And scared of discrimination.
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This is both a simple and true poem. Any comments and such are greatly appreciated.