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Marisa Sep 27
Why is it that when I talk
People hate me
But when I’m mute
People love me

When I talk
I’m told that I’m
Too annoying
Too loud

But when I’m mute
I’m told that
I’m sad
I’m angry
I want to **** myself

So which do I pick?
I could choose to be me
And be loud and obnoxious
I could choose to be the person
That everyone else likes
And be mocked for being quiet

My friends worry
My bullies don’t mock me anymore
My mother is scared
The school doesn’t have to worry about cussing

My brother worries about my health
My teachers don’t notice
So I don’t care

I choose to be me
But the silent me
The one that laughs silently
The one that doesn’t go to parties
The one that doesn’t even have friends anymore

All because
I’m quiet today
Flower C Sep 11
Weep my tears,
Wash my face,
Don't let them see;

Shut in your feelings,
Don't let it escape your lungs,
Mute your heart,
So they can't hear;

How foolish,
Tormenting myself repeatedly,
Knowing that it's wrong,
To make them believe that I am my disguise.
Azure Aug 14
How did I become inaudible?

It's really loud in my head.

I want to stop feeling the images.

I want to stop hearing what you said.

I want to stop being a shadow.

I want to wake up from the dead.

How did I become invisible?

Is that why I can't see straight ahead?

How did I become inaudible?

When it's really loud in my head.

but the truth is, I am mute.

Can I be deaf instead?
Pax Wildrake Aug 11
the tea man
waits for him
in his tea store
at seven in the noon
and brews him
a cup of tea

a different flavor
sometimes loose
sometimes bagged
and they all tell him
a different story

tea man doesn't speak
he lost his voice long ago
he lets his leaves speak for him
and speak they do,
in a voice so soft and gentle
that caresses him around the waist

tea man brews his last brew
and the only thing cupped in his hands
is tea man's still face
he lets tea man
slip away softly
like a dropped bag drifting into a cup

they lock each other
in a warm embrace
and let the tea in their hearts
mix together into a beautiful infusion

the brewing is finished.
written over a steaming cup of strawberry tea
Shut mouth,
mute voice,
bruised mind,
scarred body,
fearful heart,
invaded privacy,
numb skin,
tear welling eyes
and invalid soul.
This is what you made
me feel by just one touch.
muteD May 9
Sometimes I wish I would’ve stayed mute.
Which means I wish I didn’t talk
or converse.
I wish words didn’t fall from my lips
like a waterfall of
meaningless nothings.
Falling with swift abandon
and landing recklessly.
I just wish I would’ve stayed mute.
Being mute appears to be made for me.
My first poetry book is coming out next month!!
Pyrrha Apr 18
I feel mute sometimes
I've gone days, even weeks without saying a word
It never used to bother me
Being left alone to observe others
But I'm tired of living as a spectator
It feels like I was casted as an extra for my own life
I know that it's not right
But what can I do
As I stand alone outside this snow globe world
I wish I could pick up a hammer
Shatter the barrier
But I know I could never do it

I'd feel pity for the broken glass
I’m searching
for words.

explaining me.

and those feelings.

of love and fear.

of losing you.

whom I adore.

with all I have.
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