The Sound Of Silence
The sound of silence is louder than a scream.
More impactful than a blow by a metal beam.
It is an ugly truth to a beautiful lie.
You can only tell by looking in one's eye.
The sound of silence is hard to keep.
Fretting over even a single peep.
A reality portrayed even in fictionality.
It rusts the senses and damages the human functionality.
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I'm a teen who's a little late to the maturity game. I have a condition called trichotillomania- a disorder that involves recurrent, irresistible urges to pull out one's own body hair (source: Mayo Clinic). I love anime, books, writing, art, and poetry.
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