I know

I don’t think it’s fair, allowing so many thoughts to cloud my mind all at the same time only to lose myself in the words I can’t bare myself the slim chance to say. It’s unfair, words forming into giants on the top of my tongue pushing their way through the walls I’ve created so that they wouldn’t get judge and yet they still strive to become destructive, in the ears of those that can hear what they are but don listen to how they are being thrown, one by one, they disappear. See after the wall I built for them was torn down by their own ignorance, they saw what I was trying to protect them from. They saw what I had seen too. Just how unfair it all was. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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solangysoler

I hope people can connect with "I know" and the meaning that was written behind it. 

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