The Curse Of Silence

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Why am I here?

Why don't I belong?

Why do they all act like it's easy?

Maybe after all it isn't an act.

Maybe I'm just the black sheep of them all, still wondering where everyone's going and why I'm different.

Out of them all, I'm just there.

Their voices is just running down my head and onto my shoulders.

I try my best, to hear what she says.

But it all comes out like just a string of words.

The more I think about it, the more I get lost.

What do they say?

Is it a different language or am I the one who doesn't understand?

Their lips moves, but are those even words?

I look around, only to find a thousands distractions I never knew existed.

I look down, there it lies, what am I supposed to do?

I ask what this is about, but everyone seems to get it.

I close my eyes to listen.

But even in the dark, there's something "else".

I let their voices shower me, but it will all fall on the ground.

I let my gaze attach to them.

But that's not enough.

I feel the frustration grow bigger as I try to understand.

There's an angry feeling developing because of the frustration.

Why can't they see me?

Am I just one of those who'll never achieve?

I refuse to believe their stupid pictures.

But in a way, I can recognize myself in them.

I step up, only to feel my voice drown with others.

I step down once again, let the loudest scream, silence, fill my lungs and mouth.

I let it drown everything around me.

But, it's silent.

I let the silence fill me up once again but to no use.

Instead, I let it surround me.

I won't speak.

I won't listen.

I won't see.

Because, even if I tried, it would all be the same.

I shy away from the light, letting the darkness become the sheet for me at day too.

I let it cover my shoulder, my body but most of it all, my mind.

The verbal ability is shrinking.

Is there something wrong with me or was I born like this?

Either way, I never asked for it.

As my presence becomes a distant memory from what seems to be years, I keep hiding.

Why did I let the curse of silence take me over?

Most of all, why did the curse that made them all fade, ever happen to me?

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