B-Side of Beauty

B-Side of beauty

My tears, unspoken thoughts
words telling me to shut up
no one cares what I think
brought me here, the brink.
Daily my thoughts that are usually transforming
into words, diminishing into
exasperated sighs; my tongue becomes lead
as those around me turn their head.
Asked what’s wrong
I simply say nothing
while inside I scream, I’m hurt
but it’s too late to belong.
I retreat to my poetry
letting the wounds bleed
through my speaking pen
and for a moment my soul
is cleansed, free.

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