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The Taunts

Pain is what I feel;
The hurt
The agony
The Mental Anguish.

It's all in me;
The darkness
The emptiness
The Words.

To only stop the words;
The disappointment
The loneliness
The Movements.

Playing my role;
The emotions
The part
The Play.

I am overwhelmed;
The struggles
The fight
The Games.

I fight back;
The feelings
The emotions
The Inner Self.

I want to feel;
The joys
The laughter
The World.

I want to see;
The beauty
The change
The Soul.

I want to speak;
The truth
The fact
The Reality.

I want to touch;
The desires
The passion
The Heart.

I am held back by;
The disbelief
The questions
The Taunts.

You hurt me;
With mental anguish
With words
Movements.

You bother me;
With play
With games
Inner self.

You can't see;
With the world
With the soul
Reality.

More of me found,
In the Heart.
Move of me lost,
In the Taunts.

Author notes

I've held on to this one for a number of weeks. It's simple. The emptiness and the willingness to let go for the one that places the emptiness there.
Written June 29th, 2004

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