I wish I was instead beaten to pulp
But not having my feelings stepped on.....
I wish in my throat there was no lump,
So that my voice would go on....
I don't always voice out my feeling,
But I make sure that I always hear the others out.
I think I'm the victim of my own bullying,
But I have no choice but look at my reflection and shout.
I know that in me there is a shift and a change...
The current irritable, sad and inconsiderate person I loath...
Insecurities, self pity and laziness holding me strong in the cage
Is this how you feel when in life you go SOUTH ???
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The unuttered rhapsody
PoetryWords are the lair for thoughts and feelings That are stored in deep dwellings. They give us hope to stay alive, Through the hardship, we will survive. In time, words are the ones which travel afar, With the power to shake hearts with mighty vig...
