Tell it to the Sea
Your old story is dead
Tell it to the sea
Let it go let it be
You've always been
Too much to me
A little too sorry
For this world
A little too sad
And hungry to exist
In the in-between
All or nothing
But always stuck
In the in-between
Your tears fall
Like sparkles
On a black sand beach
Those voices in your head
Sing in harmony
Trying to get their melody
Stuck in your head
They disguise themselves
With your own voice and tone
Hoping you'll believe
The lies they tell
But someone else
Put them there
And if you listen closely
Their melody will change
And your story will too
There's only one you
And you get to write
The vision for your story
And rewrite it
As your journey changes
Tell the voices in your head
Your old story is dead
-Anxious Little Rock
About the Creator
Anxious Little Rock
Writing to free myself from years of never sharing my voice. I was always the girl with the quiet confusing stare. Lost in thought, always questioning when I would ever belong. Always misunderstood.
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