Couldn’t I do more than listen?
Shouldn’t I be spending my time in silence?
If all my words are shouted,
would it hurt to whisper?
Lost on falsities my lips wondered,
maybe a whimper of truth leaked
and got hungry.
Scenes dissatisfy my tastes,
I enjoy confusion.
It didn’t make a difference,
when all is cut to illusion.
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