Help
I want to be heard, but I don't want to talk
I'm embarrassed
Ashamed
Disgusted.
I keep pulling and pulling
Plucking and plucking
crying and crying
I reveal myself more and more each day
And soon, I won't be able to be heard
Because the mask I'm hiding behind
Will soon become my voice
And my very identity
I need help . . .
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