My words are lost,
stuck in my throat.
It feels like a bitter frost,
icy and painful, burning.
My words are stuck,
and I'm drowning.
Choking on my own words,
choking, choking, choking.
My words fill my lungs,
and can't come out.
My words just itching to be sung,
but can't.
But when they do come out,
they are unheard.
No one listens to me shout,
I am ignored.
I'm drowning,
in my own words.
And I'm choking,
on my unheard words.
01/21/16
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Behind the Mask
PoetryI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
