Telling



it starts
I can feel it
in me
moving up
a scream
the truth of me
but can I write it down?
can I tell you
about it?
the people I am feeling
and want to feel
the people I hear when I am
trying to get to sleep
all those faces
the past
the life
the lies
I am screaming
can't you hear me
can't you hear me
and these words are not good enough
they are not good enough
they are not the words I am feeling
I hate them
they are not the right words
there is more to it than this
and I can't tell you

 

 

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