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Existence does not satisfy my desiring need,
To be more than just wasted matter left unseen.
I refuse to be defined by imprisoning numbers,
For I am more than a class rank or what the scale discovers.
Aspirations to set my weightless soul free,
Was something they told me could never foolishly be.
The truths exclaim in each spoken word,
Yet not a single noise was to ever be heard.
They say people are addicted to what takes away the pain,
What I lay hidden,
Bruises far more achingly than a simple sprain,
There's nothing more agonizingly appeasing,
Than a refreshing glass of bottled up feelings.
So I hold anger in my heart and fear in my lungs.
But when all is said and done and final songs have been sung,
I don't know what's worse,Letting the poisonous breaths of silence ooze down my throat,
Or slowly deteriorating from pretending nothing hurts.
To be more than just wasted matter left unseen.
I refuse to be defined by imprisoning numbers,
For I am more than a class rank or what the scale discovers.
Aspirations to set my weightless soul free,
Was something they told me could never foolishly be.
The truths exclaim in each spoken word,
Yet not a single noise was to ever be heard.
They say people are addicted to what takes away the pain,
What I lay hidden,
Bruises far more achingly than a simple sprain,
There's nothing more agonizingly appeasing,
Than a refreshing glass of bottled up feelings.
So I hold anger in my heart and fear in my lungs.
But when all is said and done and final songs have been sung,
I don't know what's worse,Letting the poisonous breaths of silence ooze down my throat,
Or slowly deteriorating from pretending nothing hurts.