breaking the silence
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Don't worry
There's no need
It's mild.
I have no need to scrub my skin raw
No need to compulsively arrange objects in a specific order
I do not quadruple-check windows, doors, the stove, my car
Have you ever been forced to surpress your emotions,
so much and so bad you no longer knew how to express those emotions?
Been told to "Sit down, you're too loud,"
or maybe even "be quiet" when you have been anything but?
As I sit here and you sit there
With a coffee in-between us,
I think about the times
In the Car when you were right beside me,
And I would not talk,
And you were such a flirt it was obnoxious.
Oh behold!
Here comes the silent hour,
The one that beats upon my ears
Pounding my brain’s solitude, more evident than the noise.
The noise that has just started,
A single spark could destroy an entire foundation.
And this is why Hope is dangerous. We think of 'one' to be small and insignificant. Often we misjudge what exactly 'One' is capable of.
Let me be me
Stop criticizing every move I make
Stop judging me, without fair play
You make me out to be the villain
Though I am the victim
For years you acted out
she walks the halls but doesnt speak
the pain is voiced by the tear on her cheek
her beauty and innocence corrupted by others
who point and laugh at the skin she covers
a boy who sits alone and cries
In the midst of the gale
I found myself, helpless and pale
A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image
Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage
When I was little I loved to rhyme and carry paper and pencil in hand
Sadly, momma discouraged me saying crunch numbers, math is in demand
However literature and poetry have always been my muse
I write to know that I am alive, I write to know that I feel... the pain, the loss, the sadness, the love...within the pages as they are inked. Imprinting what is real. The memories. I withold may fade over time.
I am 20 years young
With the power of a king
I am you
And you are me
But we're all the same if you read between.
Oh no
Wait just a minute
Did he say that
I know he didn't
Mirrror, mirror on the wall why must we look at ourselves through you and bawl? Why can't we always see our true beauty? What wicked games you play, tricking our minds this way! If I break you will I really have 7 years of bad luck?
