Always on edge
trying to balance it all out
tight as a rope
ready to snap
when to speak
when to shout
both are filled with fear and doubt
The control it takes is a waste of space
worry not
speak
Learn to listen with grace
No sighs
no muffled words under breath
speak loud and clear
for all to hear
Listen
Does it have a nice ring
Is it clear and seen
Maybe
Maybe it stabs like a knife
the words and tone cold as ice
It stings
It stings!
Desperate for relief
pleading for help
let it be a dream,
and wake from this private Hell.
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