Poetry

Poetry

Inner thoughts

Of the loners

The freaks

The quiet ones

Those

That just don’t quite

Fit into our society

The troubled teens

The repressed adults

Poetry

It speaks their thoughts

Speaks

For those locked in silence

The release

Safer then cutting

And doesn’t leave the same mark

There’re no tell tale signs

Of a broken heart

When it’s compressed to paper

Words

The End

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