The Aching That Never LeavesA Poem by ~Brooke Moran~
I feel so underneath the world.
My skin aches for a presence. Something I can hold on to, something I can call "mine". There is a small voice inside that becomes loud and screams of agony. No person seems to notice. The voice never escapes from my soft lips that I constantly press together. All alone, in a room no one enters. That is where you will find me, silently sobbing. But I will manage to smile. That is what I do best.
© 2013 ~Brooke Moran~Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 27, 2013 Last Updated on February 27, 2013 Author~Brooke Moran~ILAboutJust a teen finding a new way to express myself. I really like cats, btw. more..Writing
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