I Can('t) Hear You
People ask me why I'm bitter.
I say add sugar, sweetie.
People wonder how I stand it.
I tell them optimistically.
People say why bother with living like that.
I scream "It's my decision!",
but all they give is pitiful pity.
You tell me everyday to ignore them,
but I can't.
How can one ignore a chorus
of eight billion chanting?
The truth in it all is silence isn't pretty.
I still hear you in my heart.
Your words embed within me
worse than the shards of glass
from the smashed windshield of his car
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