elmina

my mother never listens

some people

are so trapped in their own world

that when one makes something so obvious

in which they scream from the roof tops to be heard

the people

sit in silence

headphones on their head

blocking out reality

rewriting the story with their own ink

and dragging the pen

along with others

to smear the paper with a depressing mark

that forever bruises those they “care” for



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