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Everything I left unsaid | Poetry |
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Complete, First published Jan 28, 2019
In life, I am someone who afraid of talking to people right then and there. They scare me because I don't know how they will react with what I will say. 

Yet writing them down on a computer is easier because i don't have to look at their reaction to my words.

 People confine and restrict me with simple words that don't tell them how im feeling.

These are short poems about everything I wanted to say but I never got the chance to before the topic of conversation was changed or maybe I just needed time to think about what I had just felt and wanting to put it down in words before talking to people about them.
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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.