The Paper Voice

I'm not mute

Though my lips are silent.

Not cruel

Though my thoughts turn violent.

I don't agree

When I have nothing to say.

My mind rebels

When my feet obey.

You ask for my thoughts

Yet they feel unheard.

My throat stops me.

My mouth spills not a word.

Get to my room. Close the door. Face the night.

Pull out a pen. Drain my mind under moonlight.

What I can't say, how I feel, what I know

I write it all down, pen to paper...

 

By the window.

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