I’ve heard Melodies
spouted out by friends,
sheer genius poured
from the lips of poets,
And I’ve been moved
by the most vital wisdom.
I, too, have much to say, but
The world doesn’t want my words
Because they’re too different,
Too quiet to rise to an occasion.
They sit here in my mind.
They rattle against my teeth.
Demand to be set free.
Choke me. Smother me.
But i am too different, so i stay quiet.
And die inside
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