Words.

My skin is too tight on my bones,
my mind is suffocating
and no one listens to me when I talk.
I feel trapped inside here,
my eyes wide open
with no one looking back at me
and an open mouth
with no one listening to me.
But I write so many words,
hoping that I won’t have to use my mouth,
but no one reads my words
and no one asks about them either.
I am words
written on bricks
that no one reads.
I am words
that don’t need to be said.
(don’t want to be heard).

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