A scream echos across the hallway
They close the doors to mask the sound
They say ignorance is bliss
But bliss I have yet to find
What are they hiding
Behind those crumbling walls?
"I'm not a child," I whisper
But not loud enough for them to hear
Maybe I am too young
Maybe I wouldn't understand
But I still hear the screams
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A Gentle Human
PoetryThis is simply a collection of poems, quotes and thoughts that I have written.
