Just Be

I’ve been cursed since birth

Of knowing the truth

I see a smile and it makes me ache

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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

Lost Meaning

Then I scream


It’s just a dream

An empty thought that found its place

Refusing to let go of me

Ideas dying to be told, but I’m surrounded by deaf ears

So I scream

After all, no one will hear

The deafening silence within

(Poet’s often die unheard)