I was born a black sheep
the one who bleated differently
Always alone
with my nose in a book

because my only friends were in the
twisted words on a page
and the blank space in a notepad
where a spit fire of words melted

Cause no one noticed that kid
that kid with so many words to say
but couldnt put the words out right

Afraid that her beauty of words would be
torn or twisted by the demons that she thought were real
Even now
I cant speak the words of a melody out loud
to a freak of judgmental clowns
the one who would put me down

and it felt like no one gave a damn
because why would the cries of a silent voice
be heard against the tidal waves
of loud bombs and echos of voices booming around
I mean what could she do?
But remain silent

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