Sounded - Poem by Brooke Schmidt
You feel sounded.
But your all alone.
You take but no one hears.
the sound comes out.
But you would never know.
The pain comes but you hide it.
You can keep acting but you'll never hide it.
it's time you let it out but can't.
The tears wont come.
you can feel them but there not coming out.
your trying to hide them.
But you have to give up.
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