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Puisi

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Bottled up

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Silence choking me,

with so much to say,

but words won't come free,

trapped in me to stay.

Lurking in my heart,

where it's forced to be,

tearing me apart,

no one seems to see.

The pain I condemn,

letting my voice hide,

just to stay with them,

bottled up inside.

Struggling though I'm too meek,

secrets I don't dare to speak.