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April Jul 2014
My edges are jagged
My steps to small
My voice can't project
Their voice is strident
Their steps could overpower us all
They're crystal clear
No they wouldn't break at all
Just little me
April Jul 2014
i write about us
he works for them
my stories inspire
his work benefits every other
we both dream
we both work hard
but in the end
        we
             both
                    fall
April Jul 2014
They want me
All of me
But that's the tragedy
I'm in pieces


I am letting them in
slowly
not all at once

its like crawling
I'm so low
they can still step on me

I can't handle that

I need trust
I need love

they might laugh
they might plead

but
its the only way


until then
they'll have to accept me
even if I'm below
far from their reach
I think I like this one a lot.. maybe even love it i don't know. Thoughts anyone?
April Jul 2014
i don't want to talk no more
not a word
not a sound
figure me out
if you can

i don't think I'm worth it
not a hug
not a tear
you'll figure that out, you'll see

i don't want to be alone
but i am
but you want that to change
you'll figure out why I am, who I am
and why isolation was meant for me
selective mutism- is an anxiety disorder in which a person who is normally capable of speech does not speak in specific situations or to specific people *through so much therapy i found my voice again*
April Jul 2014
he wonders why she doesn't talk anymore
he doesn't understand

she wonders how he could be so oblivious
she doesn't understand how no one can see the pain

he wishes she would just say one word
he wants her to be okay

she wishes she never said anything at all
she just wants to be invisible

he waits
she waits

in the end its the teardrops and shaky hands
they say it all
and he realizes he couldn't be more invisible
and she realizes she couldn't be more in the spotlight

and that's why they say they were meant to be
April Jul 2014
I'm a stray
why don't they
pull me in an question
demand answers

i want to plea
tell them
everything
but their eyes
the way they go along with me

as if
it's okay to be this way

I don't understand
somehow
little by little the pain hurts less and less
but that never stops the tears streaking from my eyes

they still watch and nod
give me praise on my shoulders
but there not fixing the cracks
the ones lining my heart
April Jul 2014
we wait for the magic to flow
through our finger tips
to the paper below
we are artists in our game
our competitors
only come from within
what we choose
and what we don't
our inspiration
it's what makes us win
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