banging on the doors.
stuck behind the bars;
crying at the stars-
“can you hear me?”
anyone, everyone.
silence me at once;
i must be a dunce-
you don’t want to hear me.
words i speak, day by day.
must they come,
always the wrong way.
alone i am.
with only myself.
welcome in,
just be yourself.
if you come to visit,
just know i live
beyond the borders
of this terrible shiv.
without myself,
i cant speak words,
none that you will hear,
for i am the worst.
will i see you again?
i’m not too sure.
but everything shows me
there’s never more.
i’ll be back one day.
sorry.
okay.
let me speak words aloud,
for all to hear.
let me be allowed.
i have no fear.
About the Creator
Chloe
she’s back.
a prodigious writer at 14, she has just completed a 100,000+ word book and is looking for publishers.
super opinionated.
writes free-verse about annoying people.
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