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Splintered Shards

Silenced, Shy, Soundless.

My voice is mute,

I am speechless.

I feel numb inside out.


Why can’t I be normal,

like everybody else?

Why can’t I be the one in control?

I feel so lonely.


Nobody listens to me.

I am voiceless.

Nobody wants to talk to me.

I am a nobody.


I am sadness,

I am broken,

I am delicate.


Progression, affection, passion.

I will speak up,

to those who want to listen.

I will stand-up,

to those who see me.


Let the light shine brightly,

into the darkness precisely.


Written by Harini Sangeetham

Best Submission- Person(ally)- July 2020

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