My Sensitive Side

June 30, 2013

My voice bursts out of me at will

It knows neither manners nor volume

Like a siren, it echoes loud and shrill

It's the Joker in its costume

For my smaller voice is not meant to speak

Except through pen and paper

I write in rhythm so I can keep

My sensitive side safer

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