My Calling Out Poem by meg guffey
My Calling Out
there is a part deep down in me
that will always contine to bleed
no matter how many times i try to smile
in my throat rises the bile
i can no longer fake happy
nor can i pretend to be all sappy
but when i scream and tears fall
there is no one to hear my call
in me fear gains its power
i feel as if im stuck in a tower
instead of help i receive sneers
is there really no one that hears
me calling out
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