An echoing whisper looms over my head,
with the strength and the assurance I desperately need.
A cling onto its words, for they must be true.
I nurture its nature and bury its seed.
It tells me the honesty that everyone lacks
for they are too scared of how I'll react,
so I let my skin scorch and let my heart burn-
the voice says that happiness is still not yet earned.
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Poetry"Mom notices my squirming as I sit at the dinner table. I roll my eyes and look away- I need that numbing of the cable. With static screens and Instagram feeds the throb is satiated. It's a short reprieve from its twist...
