The Silence
The Silence is grueling.
I want to speak,
But no words reach my lips.
And when they do, I wonder,
Can you hear me?
I see the world
Thinking like machines.
I want to tell them to stop
And show them what their “acceptance” really means.
But instead I hide.
The Silence burning inside me.
So I hid and cried
Ashamed of the world I knew
And ashamed of myself.
It seemed there was nothing I could do.
But then I wrote
And The Silence turned and fled
Because of something no teacher had taught me:
Words can fly to your fingers instead.
This poem is about:
Me
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