It is me being in the middle
Being stared at
Being questioned to
Thinking to myself, “I don’t do this”
Who would have known?
Who would have realized?
I’m doing this myself
Maybe I could go on like this by myself
I could be filled with enjoyment
I just don’t have to speak up
I’ll keep myself in the blank
Being invisible and not to be let known
That is what I do
I see a lot through the reflection of my eyes
I know how to feel I don’t have to touch
I know how to respond I don’t have to make a voice
Because
My voice is silence
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