Unfamiliar with who to trust and how
I'm called upon by negligence
I raise a slight brow
My open wounds start to breathe
My open heart begins to bleed
Why cant they see
What talking over this voice does to me
Trash blowing in the wind
I never knew I played the part
I didn't think there were others
Secretly tearing my soul apart
They gawk and they watch
Yet learn from my squawks
I feel their eyes peeling
The fucking hawks
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Author:
Noah (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I just want to be heard
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Trust no one.
Only oneself.
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