I'm living
I'm breathing
but I am not alive.

I have been dead for 3 years now
and nobody has visited my grave.

My teeth are caged behind metal bars now
all because of one unacceptable tooth.
It wasn't facing straight
therefore it needed to be fixed.
It needed to be changed
and twisted into the position it was supposed to be facing all along.

"You like them?"
"They're like hell in your mouth, quit lying."
"You're not cool for getting those things on."

Sometimes the cages tear the inside of my lip
constantly poking and cutting
never allowing for me to forget about their existence

"They're not even that bad."
"At least you're wealthy enough to afford them, be thankful."
"I had to keep them on for 2 years, you know nothing."

These cages should be placed in my ears instead of my teeth.
They should filter through the many sounds of language
getting rid of the grim and letting in the good.

I can do so.
I can move my cages to my ears.
I can free my teeth.
I can free my damaged mouth.

Though it requires self installation.
I would have to move my cages
with no help.

How could I ever install something by myself
when my whole life has been nothing but listening to others read
rather than being taught to read myself.

What if I mess up
just like they had always said I would
if I ever dared to try.


Commanded.
Demanded.
Oppressed.
Depressed.
Forced.
Caged.
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and I haven't managed to find any key, yet.

It's no big deal you see
Looking at that text

and forgetting to reply
Not wanting to reply
Too lazy to reply

Which excuse are you going to use?
It's no big deal you see

You can talk to her in the morning
Afternoon
Evening
Whenever your heart pleases

Will the reply ever come?
It's no big deal you see

The text can wait
It's meaningless
Not that important

Is that what you think?
It's no big deal you see

But to me it's a huge deal
So much meaning within that text that you saw
But chose to forget about
And to push aside

It's no big deal you see