The truth

Atticus_made

As always,

I stand in near them,

talking with my own voice that is not mine,

walking with my own legs that I do not own.

My mind wanders,

what would they think,

tell me to dissapear,

shun me within a single blink of an eye.

I do not know,

I only wish for them to stay,

to hear me say,

the truth of today

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sorenbarrett April 3rd, 2026 10:03
There is anticipation in this poem and a sense of desired surprise for others seen as doubters and antagonists. Well done

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