I speak so much
You wouldn't believe
That the words I keep inside
Are more than the ones I don't hide.

You'd scoff
At the words I say
Inside myself.
They are unrealistic to your small mind
And so respect you leave behind.

Delicate whispers I dream at night
They keep me up
And my glow is no longer bright.
I'm a fallen star, at loss of words to say.
I'd rather keep silent than speak
Another day.

I continue with my rants
My endless and useless speech.
Yet when I'm alone I realize
That my mouth is better left seized.

Some days I don't say enough,
And that is when the pain gets rough.
I keep it locked in my lungs,
Squeezing my heart,
And I just allow myself to fall apart.

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