When I speak, I hurt.
When I don't, I lie.
Perhaps I should be a Mute
I had nothing to hide, nothing to gain.
All I received, was a chest full of pain.
So wrong was this right,
That I gave up the fight.
Neither black nor its white,
It created fists so tight.
Who is to blame? For this forsaken state.
Lost without reason, dizzy with confusion.
A somber night. The Moon so bold.
The only light in the night,
Lighting up only a portion
of the darkness in my heart.
I was wrong, the only one to blame.
Hanging on the wall, forever my shame.
Perhaps it was better, if I was just a mute.
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