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Inside the Mind of the Quiet Girl

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You criticize me because I don't talk enough
but I look like a fool if I talk too much
nothing's ever right
I wear my hair up when yours is down
I wear pants when you wear shorts
am I missing something?
Am I out of the loop?
didn't get the memo?
You took me in like I was one of your own
but you didn't ever really care, did you?
just another social experiment
once alone, always alone I guess is how this game plays out
I can read the book one hundred times
but I'll still get to the same ending
the same conclusion- the story of my life
People ask who I am and where I'm from
I always lie and say I know my name
I know where I'm from
reality is, I don't
I don't know where I'm going, where I've been
who I am, what is left, right, up, down
and why I am important for the future
We all have a purpose here on our dying Mother Earth
the hardest part is finding out what that purpose is
astronaut? Scientist? Mass murder?
I don't know, and I don't care
Why? Because some things in life you can spend
your whole time looking for and never find it
sometimes things just need to find you
These words whisper things my lips cannot say
and in my heart, I know that's how it'll say
none of the words ever come out right
from my broken mouth
to with the pen that I write
My world is turning inside out
upside down, backwards
frontwards, topsy turvy
and any other way you can think of
The pen's ink is my blood
for these are the words that I bleed
The words that no one listens to
My words





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