We the silent

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I'm trapped like a mime in an invisible box, people can see me try to fight myself free, but no one will ever see the true struggle.

The words a mime cannot speak are the words that only the silent can hear, crystal clear for we; the silent, keep screaming them from the top of our lungs: "Help me! I need help!"

Everyday we scream, we scream until our throats are past being just sore, we scream until our voices cannot take anymore and yet our words are still being ignored.

Forced to act like we are okay, forced to pretend that we can function in the world of today; but we can't.

We the silent are forced into being mimes; Muted from the world only being able to act out the tragic results, all because the world refuses to accept that even mimes have voices to.

 

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