They sit with me
Behaving
Pretending
As if everything
Is ok
They stare at me
With false
Senses of hope
And eyes
Darker than the night
They
Place their
Hands
On me
One on
my mouth
One around
My neck
Snap
A twig breaks
Under
The weight
Of their heavy
Words
I yelp
Gasp
Sigh
And my
Emotions are
Taped shut
Alone
Although not
Lonely
Although not
Living
Although not
Existing
Although barely
I speak
I'm stopped
I scream
I'm ignored
The silence
It's deafening
Yet
My own
My thoughts
Wilder than
My soul
My will
I will
Leave
Maybe someday
To live as my own
For myself
For no one else
I can't keep
Manning them
I smile
Slightly
One slight smile
Per day
One escaped chuckle
Per day
That's good
Mileage
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The Psyche Of Mine
Poetry**** I've never really known how to move, where to see or what to feel.. But sometimes, I have moved enough to be alive, I have seen enough to not go blind, And I have felt words enough to feel.. **** **** Its my first time properly penning down m...
