i know there is a time for silence
but they are too many bite marks on my tongue.
i have hidden words behind my teeth
and communicated in only whispers.
i've been told i am too much
and too much isn't good enough.
i've tried to stuff statements into my stomach to become smaller and smaller
and now my throat is overflowing.
i am tired of pushing myself behind closed doors. my spine aches from bending into boxes.
i was given large lungs for a reason and won't let them rot. i can not guarantee the accuracy of my literacy, but you will hear the voice everyone has tried to quiet.
i am screaming now because you stole away every other tone.
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
