breaking the silence

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Have you ever been forced to surpress your emotions, so much and so bad you no longer knew how to express those emotions? Been told to "Sit down, you're too loud," or maybe even "be quiet" when you have been anything but?
As I sit here and you sit there With a coffee in-between us,  I think about the times In the Car when you were right beside me,  And I would not talk,  And you were such a flirt it was obnoxious.
Oh behold! Here comes the silent hour, The one that beats upon my ears Pounding my brain’s solitude, more evident than the noise. The noise that has just started,
A single spark could destroy an entire foundation.   And this is why Hope is dangerous. We think of 'one' to be small and insignificant. Often we misjudge what exactly 'One' is capable of.  
Let me be me Stop criticizing every move I make Stop judging me, without fair play You make me out to be the villain Though I am the victim For years you acted out
she walks the halls but doesnt speak the pain is voiced by the tear on her cheek her beauty and innocence corrupted by others who point and laugh at the skin she covers   a boy who sits alone and cries
  In the midst of the gale
 I found myself, helpless and pale
 A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image 
 Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage

  
  When I was little I loved to rhyme and carry paper and pencil in hand Sadly, momma discouraged me saying crunch numbers, math is in demand   However literature and poetry have always been my muse
I write to know that I am alive, I write to know that I feel... the pain, the loss, the sadness, the love...within the pages as they are inked. Imprinting what is real. The memories. I withold may fade over time.
I am 20 years young With the power of a king I am you And you are me But we're all the same if you read between. Oh no Wait just a minute Did he say that  I know he didn't 
Mirrror, mirror on the wall why must we look at ourselves through you and bawl? Why can't we always see our true beauty? What wicked games you play, tricking our minds this way! If I break you will I really have 7 years of bad luck?
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