I DO NOT WALK
THROUGH THE NIGHTS
WITH EASE,
EVEN THOUGH
THE LIGHTS ON THE
SIDEWALKS ARE
SO BRIGHT, THAT
IT COULD FAKE
FOR DAYTIME.
I AM NOT ABLE
TO GO SOMEWHERE
WITHOUT
HEARING WORDS
HURLED AT ME AND
FEELING AS IF
SOMEONE MIGHT BE
FOLLOWING ME.
I ENTER MY WORKPLACE
AS QUIETLY AS
I CAN,
BUT THE WHISPERS
AND TREMBLES
ON MY COWORKERS' LIPS
ARE TOO LOUD,
AND THEY FLINCH
WHEN HE PASSES BY.
IT'S OKAY, YOU'LL BE OKAY,
THEY SAY, COMFORTING.
NO.
IT IS NOT OKAY.
THIS IS NOT NORMAL.
THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE.
I AM NOT A
PRIZE TO BE WON
AT THE END OF
A TOURNAMENT.
I AM NOT A
BLANK CANVAS
FOR YOU TO
MARK ME UP,
AND PAINT AND
DICTATE WHO I AM
AND WHAT I SHOULD
BE.
I AM NOT AN ITEM.
I AM NOT OWNED.
I CANNOT BE OWNED.
I AM A HUMAN.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
