June 16, 2013
By Zoe Oldfield BRONZE, Floreat, Other
Zoe Oldfield BRONZE, Floreat, Other
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I suffer in silence,
aching pain,
tormenting me.
no one can see,
that I'm dying,
in silence,
I suffer,
no outward emotion,
but a tear,
like a shaken soda,
almost exploding then,
no one to talk to,
no one to hear,
I suffer through silence,
through fear,
miming my way,
no one notices,
not enough
to care.
they swarm around me,
faces laughing,
friendships solid,
that i suffer
in silence.
my mind imagining,
plights for joy,
to be noticed.
I live in another world,
a paradox.
like I'm frozen,
everyone buzzing,
a tornado,
whirling around me.
but still, wherever I am,
who's life i pretend to,
exist in.
I'm sad.
I'm suffering in silence.
I can't cry out,
scream away anger or
because this is silence,
encapsulating me,
a blanket,
neither friend nor foe,
just there as I suffer,

The author's comments:
Sometimes you have those days where you want to curl up and cry, and they stretch on for weeks and everything is against you, but one day you just open your eyes until it hits you again.

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on Aug. 15 2013 at 4:30 pm
ChrisJ PLATINUM, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.

I love how dark and vivid this is, and I especially like that comparison to soda that you made. Delightfully dark, wonderful job!


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