Buried Beneath The Noise.

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The idea of this poem was given by this cutie. So Dedicated to
💫@deevykay44 💫

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With each passing day I feel people think of me as a  deceiver,
I cry or I shout, my words to them are feathery,
Even if for myself I try to be a believer ,
I end up being a person in gloomy reverie.

How ever hard I try, I am left unheard,
Even if I speak the truth,
people think of me as a coward,
Although I love everyone,
things now scare me to the core,
and one day I know even I will not validate myslef anymore.

Very soon I will mark the end to my voyage,
With feelings and words of mine still unheard,
I knew I always spoke the truth,
But my life and my words from everyone's mind will be blurred.

                                           
                                                        ~VOD~

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