poetry

anonymous

is it better to be known

or to be heard?

to be invalidated

or to be honest?

their silence is stifling

so I fill it with words

I never meant

to say;

hide behind a web

of woven lies, a cloak

of disgust and exhaustion–

tonight, I will

sing

myself

to sleep.

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