Beauty
Silence
No one speaks
Be quiet
Speak
No one listens
Jump
I can’t wait
So I push
Fear
Going Further
inside
Watching,
listening
Speak
No one wants to hear
No one wants to hear
Wandering
No direction
Broken Spirit
Skin, hair
Rots.
Beauty is
inside,
Beauty is a
myth
a fact,
a fate to live
by.
No one told me.
A child very
shy
Adults take,
think,
They do not
listen
I hear voices
in my head, talking to myself.
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