"You Can Talk"
The way there eyes touch my skin is
equivalent to a thousand suns.
The tiny voices in the
background slowly agitate
me to a breaking point.
I get more and more intricate
with each silhouette put to paper,
yet there opinions stay the same.
No matter what I say they hear the same lyrics.
They judge me from a distance and then engrave
their opinions in my soul.
I am an ant to them they look down on me
with such a condescending tone they see
me as an emotionless Body.
They don't hold back,
because they think I'm numb.
Each word hits me like a
bullet I lose my breath
when they hit my chest
but then I proceed to walk.
Every ones entitled to their own
thoughts and beliefs, but only people
who play a part in the play of my life
have an honest opinion, so
you can talk.
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