The Sound of Identity


What use is pain
if it cant be expressed?

What good is the truth
left unaddressed?

Torture and tantalize
even call me insane

But leave me the pleasure of screaming in pain
If i cant be heard then
what good is this breath?

Suppressing my will is to replace it with death.
Watch me suffer when you take away my voice
Watch me writhe when you take away my choice

Thoughts are meant to be free
Just as I am meant to be me.

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