They shut me up, silenced my voice,
Every time I spoke, I had no choice.
Tearing me up, tearing me down,
Misunderstood, left to drown.
Twisting my words, spinning them 'round,
Dusting me off, leaving me bound.
Blinding my sight, blurring my view,
Pain speaks to me, it's nothing new.
Gagged and silenced, I try to speak,
But teenage feels leave me feeling weak.
Was I ever meant to be loved?
Or am I just a burden, not enough?
The sorrow within me seeps out,
As I try to hide what I'm all about.
Sharp and satirical, yet so vague,
My heart cries out in this sorrowful stage
They thought they had me, under control,
But little did they know, I have a soul.
Mocking my pain, thinking it's a game,
But my worth cannot be measured by fame.
They twist me, dust me,
blind me with lies,
But I won't let them dim my skies.
I'll rise above, and break the mold,
Letting my true colors, bright and bold.
Yes, they shut me up, shut me down,
But I won't let them keep me on the ground.
I'll spread my wings, and take to flight,
Leaving the pain and sorrow out of sight.
So let them gag me, tear me apart,
For I'll use that pain, as fuel for my heart.
And when I rise above, and soar up high,
I'll know it was worth it, all the tears I cried.
For all the tears I cried....
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Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood
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