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Dec 2019
Shut up, they say
Stop talking
You do this every day
I can hear their words mocking
Even when I’m far away

Your words are poison, snake
Speaking remains a mistake
They cause my bones to ache
As they try to make me break

So weak that tricks are your only refrain
Coward who doesn’t fight fair
Is it fair, the pain?
That they inflict upon me
Is it wrong to be defensive and scared?

The consequences of my pride
Bring me more malice than I deserve
But their lack of compassion
Is what I would rather preserve

My words serve me well
But are no use against them
So quite often I sit still and I dwell

I wonder if they’re right to treat me as such
I wonder whether trickery is wrong
The words are the cause for my success
But It’s why I’d never belong

They say I am disloyal
A disappointing sight
In a place where others are royal
I am too useless to fight

Now I spend my days away
From everyone outside
My days stay grey
As I continue to hide

Lonely I remain
Too tired to feign
For my speech maybe overgrown
But still I am alone
Written by
Jane Doe
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