they won't
let me
speak what
i want to.
so i whisper
my thoughts
in my brain
and i write
them down
only to
shove
them away
under the bed
so the monsters
can read them,
because i know
they're not
needed here
in this world;
like me.
they won't
let me
speak what
i want to.
so i whisper
my thoughts
in my brain
and i write
them down
only to
shove
them away
under the bed
so the monsters
can read them,
because i know
they're not
needed here
in this world;
like me.