The Unsaid Truth
If I tell you how I feel,
You'll laugh at my joke.
You'd tell me that I'm stupid,
and leave me here alone.
Deserted in the desert,
Crowded in the streets.
I've fallen into your eyes, lies, & shame.
I'm drowned in the water
I'm ready for the fight back up
But I rather scream and run
But he won't hear my soft echo of the unsaid truth.
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