I've lived life tiptoeing, Keeping my voice down, Afraid to be an inconvenience.
I strive to be seen, As little as possible,
Because being a burden, And being noticed, Often go hand in hand
And yet still I wonder why I'm so lonely...
Perhaps if I spoke up, Made my presence known, It wouldn't be so bad.
Until I recall, How poorly that's played out in the past.
I mean, how could I forget, The memories which haunt my dreams, Every. Single. Night.
How could I forget, The hands that bruised me, Or the words that fooled me...
It's impossible to forget, The blatant lies, The heinous crimes,
That hid behind "friendship" Love, Or anything in between.
So now I'm silent, I avoid new friends, Flinch when I'm touched,
I run from the clutches of nightfall, And work just a bit too hard, To remain unnoticed.
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