I'm tired of being alone
with my thoughts.
Your words flow easily
While mine are scattered
skipping inside my head.
Occasionally sticking my words
between yours.
Nobody hears me.
I've been cursed with a
soft voice and a shy spirit.
Although I am too quiet
to be heard
I am rumbling inside
like an active volcano.
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