From beneath the surface
You dance
From the crevices of your ambient soul
You sing
From the darkest place which we cannot see
You cry
To this day it hides
It hides, like you
Beneath the chains of your silence
So we hear
No symphony
So we see
No heartfelt motion
So we feel
Nothing
So you are
What you wanted to be
You dance
From the crevices of your ambient soul
You sing
From the darkest place which we cannot see
You cry
To this day it hides
It hides, like you
Beneath the chains of your silence
So we hear
No symphony
So we see
No heartfelt motion
So we feel
Nothing
So you are
What you wanted to be
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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