Silenced and muted, my voice held tight,
In the shadows, it fades, out of sight.
Stripped of expression, unable to speak,
A prisoner of silence, feeling weak.
Emotions suppressed, locked away,
Forbidden to feel, as colors turn gray.
An empty vessel, devoid of sensation,
Concealing the depths of my true frustration.
Lost in the mask, I wear every day,
Hiding my essence, fading away.
Yearning to break free, to embrace authenticity,
Trapped in a facade, chained to conformity.
A lonely figure, lost and dismissed,
Waiting for my name, to appear on the list.
Invisible and unnoticed, pushed to the side,
Dragged out to sea in the lowest tide.
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This one makes me feel like I’m following the crowd, afraid to truly express myself. The words steeped with frustration and desperation. I enjoyed the read.