Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Lie
I am jealous of the screaming child
At the DMV line
His voice matching our frustration
And his anger is much like mine
But the years taught me to hide it
So I hide who I am
And he wonders why I fake it
When I was schooled to lie
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