My shift, my fear
Within, I linger to find confort;
I speak out just to break the silence in my outburst
yes still I disappear
Like crickets, I beaker
for attention, confusion gives me a plate to feed on
at its window, I see hope, but can't move forward because...
No one, not even I really know
they all hear the sound but can't recognize the voice.
They understand the hurt but won't acknowledge the fault; the fault that I paint but can not put in words.
For Christ's sake, what is it and who am I?
Who am I?....
©nyth06
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