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My voice?

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lostmyslef

Published: Jan 24, 2013

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I tried to smile,
laugh through the pain,
but it's been a while,
I think I'm insane.

I can't hear my own voice.
The one that says what I want.
Now I have no choice.
You never did, it taunts.

It tells me what I should say.
It tells me who I am.
It tells me everyday.
Am I the lion or the lamb?

Am I as weak as I feel,
or as strong as I pretend?
Am I cold and hard as steel,
or just waiting for it to end?

Who am I?
Do I really want to know?
I end with a sigh.
The voice is telling me to go.

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