There are so many thoughts
left unsaid.
Talk of how we should
appreciate out loved ones
and remind them every chance.
Why are these thoughts unsaid?
Many of these thoughts are
gems of knowledge,
the hearts of our true feelings,
and oceans of creativity.
If we are to do what people say we should,
why aren't we allowed to?
Censorship is not what I'm talking about.
Why are people so unwilling to hear
thoughts not congruent with theirs?
Everyone thinks differently;
A similar thought found all on its own,
by two different people,
with no one else causing it,
should be rare.
Shouldn't it?
My thoughts are unsaid,
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Don't be sorry
for a simple thing like me.
I'm really better,
I'm smiling a true smile.
Don't be afraid
that I'm becoming detached.
I'm talking more,
I swear.
True, they're small quiet words,
but I'm speaking.
It's him I'm worried for...
He's entering a battle field
with no protection and no shelter.
It's always been his choice,
but I don't think he's sees that.
They all say that I shouldn't care,
but that's who I am.
I'll always care about people,
even if they don't deserve it.
No one can change that,
so please don't tell me to stop.
Just let me know
when he needs help.
Let me know
because I'll know what to do.
***
There's only so much I can do,
I have to give something up...
Just to leave.
I'm only around to go to college,
That's all.
Lately I'm thinking that's
No where near this toll on my heart.
I'm going crazy:
From my forced silence
From the verbal slaps
From emotional torture I feel...
You won't believe me
If you saw where I was.
You'd say that I was being
Ungrateful,
A brat,
A bitch,
An ungrateful, bratty bitch.
But listen.
Material items
Doesn't mean that my family
Cares nor loves me...
It's used to shut me up,
No family,
No college...
This is sick and twisted,
But who cares...
It's the price I have to pay
....
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