Fighting RhymeMature

I've turned against rhyme
The songs in my head fighting to stay in t-
And everything suddenly knows the words
Fitting beautifully together and singing like b-
Who are truly cheerful but then, am I?
Fighting and arguing.. continually wondering wh-
How can they be so happy while inside I break?
Praying every morning that I won't have to w-
And look out my window at the lack of snow
Realising that school is where I will have to g-

I've turned against rhyme today and tomorrow
And every day  which dares to follow
Fighting the beautiful songs in my head
Wishing I could some day wake up dead. 

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