I open my mouth to speak.
Only to find that my voice is weak,
From yelling, words with glares.
Because when I talk, nobody cares.
I've spoken so loudly
To the point that my tank fills up.
Leaving me locked. Drowning.
My own imagination holds me captive.
My own mind, a straight path to madness.
Now you can see
Why my voice is weak
So there are no words
When my misery speaks.
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Pocket Book
PoetryA new set of poems. Some are regular poems and others a lyricals. Please leave any suggestions/feedback! Everything is appreciated!!!
