Drowns in a crowd.
Not that I’m the
Screaming type.
But aren’t there times
When one would like
To speak aloud,
Or think aloud rather;
And some idiot
Would silence me
As they did to ‘her’
This voice is never
An expression of the self;
Just an inner fancy
Wanting to show off for long.
And the mould itself
But a casual spectator.
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