When I want to cry, I cry, and I cry a lot,
When I want to speak, I bite my tongue and do not.
I deserve the silence to replace my entire world;
I look prettier silent-that is something that I was told.
If I had a thing deserving to be a heart,
I would sew my lips, never let them to stay apart.
I've concluded words; the lesson was not that hard:
I deserve the silence. I need to harbor the hurt.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Recently I felt like my English is strong enough to write poems in it. Personally, helps me to disassociate from my problems and be honest about them. I genuinely hope to improve my writing over time!
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This expresses well the feeling of inferiority and not deserving. It is well written and with with rhyme as well. Well done.
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