Heylo guys!!! Liyah said she's sorry for not updating because she's really sick. She told me to take charge for a while and focus on "Different" and I'm still typing it. It's almost done. Also, this poem is about how I barely talk to the people that's surrounding me. I only talk for a short time. Just saying one word and that's it. I mostly talk to my parents, family and Liyah in person. I talk a lot on messages, but not in person. I hope you dudes and dudettes like it!! Love you all!
~ Ashy
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I'm mute.
Like a stitched up toy.
A doll that's scared.
From day and night I'm dead.
"Speak" it whispered.
Still mute like a sealed door.
"Laugh" it whispered again.
Still mute with a hidden key.
"Look" it whispered louder.
My eyes are mute and focused on darkness than light.
Silence or mute?
What's the difference?
Stay silent..
They don't want to hear it.
I thought you'll listen.
Your definition of listening is to be deaf.
I'm talking on mute.
And forever will I be mute.
