Murderer

June 12, 2009
By Jane Kemp BRONZE, Geneva, Illinois
Jane Kemp BRONZE, Geneva, Illinois
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So many things to say,
But so hard to say them
I try so hard to tell you,
But this irreconcilable act, overwhelms my true being

You are a stranger when I speak,
Of some foreign land
Where no one cares, if someone’s soul is burning out
Where the only thing that matters,
Is yourself and your concerns

I open my mouth, ready to speak
But the words never come out right
There's something in the way,
Adamant as a diamond, blocking my words

My screaming is silence to your ears
I'm dying from not being heard
But maybe the truth is by acting,
To hide this anguish
I am really killing myself from the inside

Slow and painful death
I am my own
murderer


The author's comments:
This came from a very dark period of my life, when I thought no one understood what I was going through and I felt like no one could hear me.

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