TryingA Poem by flyingfree
A mouth
curving up is called a smile. A sound once musical but now rasping my ears is called laughter. Obeying orders without protest Laughing at meaningless jokes is valued. I was trying. Trying to be perfect Trying to act normal smile laugh joke Trying to ignore the whispers giggles stares Trying. No longer. No longer laughing at jokes meant to be funny No longer bothering to break an awkward silence No longer dressing to fit the trends No longer. No longer. © 2017 flyingfreeReviews
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Added on June 17, 2017Last Updated on June 18, 2017 AuthorflyingfreeAboutOn wings Made Of words I fly Swifter Than birds With a pen My memory Is stirred Flowing ink My words Can finally Be heard. ------------- Bisexual, emotionally dark, aspiring writer. Bee.. more..Writing
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