Speechless
So much to say,
Yet I'm speechless.
The truth has to come out,
And I have to be the one to let it out.
Or I will go insane and
you,
will remain blind.
You,
will have no clue of the truth.
As If a muzzle is on my mouth I am Silent, Mute.
I'm quiet.
My lips won't move.
They're puzzled together by imaginary tape.
Stitched up by imaginary thread
I am speechless.
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