Echo
September 30, 2019
She had things to say,
They had games to play,
They ignored her every word.
She spoke her mind,
But they were blind,
They never looked, they never heard.
They only listened
When she mentioned
The same things they said.
The price for companions
Was her opinions.
Better than just echoes in her head.
She longed to speak,
But she was weak,
She hid like a gecko.
She saw no choice.
She lost her voice.
Now she's just another Echo.
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