You're in, but you're out.
I'm excited but I doubt.
You're ashamed but I'm proud.
You want to hide in the shadows, I want to get loud.
You're here but you're far,
You ask me to clasp on, but you give me a thread
Am I something to you or is this all just pretend?
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The Voice of My Silence
PoésieThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
