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Listen

You don't listen to me
or was it my lips that were not moving?
[I thought my mind was roaring fairly audibly]
My head is filled to the brim
with unspoken words
dying to be heard,
leaving my in a state of dementia.
The desire to be understood
is so powerful
that it blocks my ability to comprehend myself.
Even the thought of being let down
cant kill this temptation
[Because oh baby the fall will be glorious]
yet still my lips remain unmotile.
I guess I will just become another voice
lost in the crowd
slowly fading into the background.

Author notes

This is about my inability to confide in people.

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  • Disguising Mask
    November 13

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    amazing

    this is a really great write...so many people, myself included experience this frequently...keep up the work...

  • o; this is simply amazing. I love it. I'm in love with pretty much all the lines. <3(: nice write.

  • i feel EXACTLY the same way...except i couldnt express the words verbally even if i tried because i cant sort out the huge jumble. this is great, i love it. you deff. added yourself into this one...i mean all poets put themselves in this work. but idk how to explain it. this write is just a great representation of you (which is an AWESOME thing) and i like how you added the after thoughts in the brackets, very creative! i cant wait til youre famous :]

  • I can really relate to thisgreat write

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