poetry is like the voice i never had
the voice i wish i had when things got bad
the voice i dreamt of when i was sad
the voice i ignored when i got mad
the voice i had to talk to my dad
a voice i still don't completely understand
so i sit and listen to my favorite band
I wish i didn't leave this mark
all because you don't understand no
well here i am sliced and diced.
i survived myself
but more so i survived you
©emogirl_06
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