This voice
By Claire Sauer
Could not scream louder than this voice
This voice that mocks and stings
Creeping into every corner of every choice
Trying to avoid it is like running away from an echo;
It slaps you again with even more noises
Who are they to say what I am?
What do they know about my story?
They see and they judge and then bam!
They try to tell me who I am.
Rendering ourselves useless in our attempt to hold back;
Since on darkest secrets it binges, and thrives.
But what about what lurks in their own mind?
Surely, shouldn't they understand?
When they themselves are seeking to find
Love once deserved now left behind.
Is individuality not merely a cover?
We're each pulled by the same strings, each other.
Endings unforeseen are now predicted
Thanks to our own broken history
Every single person alive is addicted
To this screaming voice we've inflicted.
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