To scream, I could only wish
my mouth, forever silenced
by duct tape and lead,
remains a barrier
between myself and the world
between my heart and my head.
If only I could, I would remake myself,
remold my mouth, my body
into a perfect form of happiness
cheeks round with sunshine smiles and laughlines.
If only I were a god amongst men--
better yet, that we were all gods,
reshaping the world around us.
Would we ever be satisfied?
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