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Aug 2
Is singing for a little happiness
such a wrong thing for me to do?
It seems like everywhere I turn
those aches in my chest grow,
I'm not compatible for this world.
The shadows envelop my eyes
and my groans are more audible,
all those tiny lights I once
used to reach for
have scattered in the wind.

Maybe it's how my eyes
pace around the room
or how my legs never still
that gives away who I am,
they all must know my stance.
I've been lost for a long time.
Where I am is strange,
so I must get ready again
to do this awful dance.

Take a look at me
not for what's on my face
and never for my history.
Do not read my name aloud,
just it's sound alone still stings.
Instead I'd rather hear
something of more substance.
Time and time again
my lips refuse to move,
but I'm looking for a way
to speak my heart
into existence.
Written by
Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
         Danielle L Cook, Carrie Crusoe, Fawn and BR Dragos
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