The Silent Words Now Spoken

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People think what they know

Is always what's write,

Yet they put Hell in hello,

And found delight with no light.

I'm no man with no body,

Yet they try to keep me titled,

So now I am nobody,

And labeled untitled.

I find no joy in humans

And pleasure in a book with no name,

I have no followers or fans

And yet everything's not the same.

Once the world felt beautiful,

Now it feels cold and bitter.

I lost my hope and it dragged me down,

And now know I should have wished much quicker.

I feel the fire on my face,

It's on the mask they titled,

And somehow the person inside

Has managed to stay untitled.