Sound
When you speak, your voice is lost in the wind of the world.
Forgotten, like old memories that don't seem to matter.
Every word you utter, that you care so much about, is passed over, without a doubt.
You have so much to say, but no one will listen.
Your echo is heard, but trapped in a prison of your words that are spoken.
No one cares about what you have to say.
Your words are a reflection of your representation,
Uninterested, and ignored.
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