Speak out
Wrong
Don't speak
Wrong
Express yourself
Wrong
Ignore
Wrong
Don't ignore
Wrong
So I stitch everything;
Stitch my mouth, there's no need to speak.
Stitch my ears, there's no need to hear.
But then what next?
If I stitch my eyes, how do I stitch my hands?
If I stitch my hands, how do I stitch my eyes?
It's easier to just not be.
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoetryI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
