In dark room with silent suffers,
Slowly dying inside with monsters.
It likes to dictates you around,
Until you embrace it and be gone.
Waking up in a savage world,
It's hard to run from it's harsly told.
Being different is considered as shame,
Then they'll start to shoot at you of words with flame.
It's like stepping on cuspidate torn,
You got hurt but never been heard at all.
You'll be yelping in silent blow,
Cause no one will be there for you tho.
Too innocent to hide dreadfulness,
A storm that can't be seen in your tiredness.
Hideous suffers from within your eyes,
But don't stay dark at the middle of the night.
Turn the table for you to grow,
Grow in your silence amd go.
Go seek justice and humane,
To have a better place in the world.
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The Unspoken Chancy
PoetryUnspoken words are the most painful part of every individual that they've come up against while seizing peace of what their heart's desire or kindly wishing for. 🌻💛 Disclaimer: The photos that have been used in this work are not mine. Credits to t...
