i try to speak, but every day
my words shatter on their rocks—i pray
if you had sent a smile my way
it might have set me free—
i fight the chains of typical
i laugh; inside I’m miserable
i guess i’m still invisible
to everyone—
but me.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
i try to speak, but every day
my words shatter on their rocks—i pray
if you had sent a smile my way
it might have set me free—
i fight the chains of typical
i laugh; inside I’m miserable
i guess i’m still invisible
to everyone—
but me.
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