Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream-twenty one pilots
can they hear me?
Can they hear my screams?
I thought I was safe in my dreams
But I guess not life is not what it seems
I must not day dream cuz it gives false hope
But I know I must cope
But when I try to speak I choke
They push they shove
But I look above
And think to myself why do I still have hope
Another day another week
I know they'll return and I'll be weak
I have no friends I sit alone
I am that one kid who sits in the back unknown
Kids can be cruel
Do they not remember that one rule?
Treat others the way you want to be treated
I guess they can be conceited
I laugh and giggle
Because one day I'll rise
But for now I'm the kid who's in the shadows
All alone
And remains unknown .
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What Society has done
PoetryHave you ever thought about us? All the music blasting lost in our thoughts. Ever thought to ask us what we feel? All these emotions spinning like a wheel They never care we have no hope there words sharp like knifes It cut...
