Who Am I

I am muted
Silent screams
plead to be heard,
While Mountains of voices move
but no one cares to see.
Opinions are shattered, contravened, shunned.
But things like this don't intervene with me.
Climbing those moving mountains is me.
Reaching the top is me.
I am me.

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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