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Old 12-21-2017, 03:51 AM View Post #1 (Link) Hear Me
JazzyRae (Offline)
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Light pours into my eyes, and Iím forced to speak
I croak my own sound, quiet at first, then louder, a growing crescendo of my own creation, spilling out of me, into their ears,
When I finish, thereís silence,
The kind of shunning silence, where your blood runs cold
A thousand eyes stare at me, and hate me for my own voice, my own words,
I hide in the corner, and pretend to be gone,
So from now on, my sound is dead
I do not speak, I do not wish to
My mouth has been sewn shut, I only mumble what society has taught me
And I forget my sound, a thousand birds inside me die
And Iím quiet, as quiet as can be
Then, they tell me to speak
They tell me to speak my own words to speak my own sound
I find only that I forgot how,
What was once instinct is now gone,
Buried somewhere far beneath me, to an area I will never reach
Because a part of me is afraid to
What will they say, if they hear me?
  
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