I know I’m the one
With my hands clamped over my ears
So tightly
To muffle the hate
And the words that cause me so much pain
That it muffles the love
And the words that would heal me too.
I know I’m the one
With tears in my eyes
Blurring my vision in such a way
I can no longer see clearly
But I don’t know how to stop.
About the Creator
Samantha De Yarman
They’re just words
I’m arranging in an order
And yet somehow
Nothing else is harder.
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