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He made me an artist without a voice.

He gave me no voice.

I hate that the most.

I hate that the most about myself.

It makes me so boring.

Fitting in neither with my own spirit.

Nor in this physical world.

He left me somewhere in-between.

He left me in living limbo.

How am I supposed to survive in this in-between?

Just there....forgotten

I hate that.

I hate that more than anything.

And its out of my control

It just may, one day, drive me to madness

 

Reviews

[Chris Yip]

Good expressive poem that bares one's soul. honest and real. Everyone goes thru this at some point or another in their life. Keep the good work up.

[Muse]

a very honest poetic prose. So much emotion...best to share... and not bottle it up within.

[hmm]

i know this feeling, well expressed