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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Loud, Louder” (They call me, what they call me. Lonely, oh-so lonely.) The heart is loud, The intensity louder. She is lost among their words, No one has found her. They are pushy, They are wrong. They are lucky, She is strong. They should rejoice that she is fine, They should thank God that her mind is mine. They should praise that her soul is free, I should testify that she is me. But I won’t because she, Is far more special than me. Far more courageous, Put through situations that would maim us. Just because I cannot handle them, I can barely clear out the flem, From my throat, Can’t make a note, From the words I wrote, Unless she is there, She’s the one that can bare It. The pain. The feeling lost. The being alone. The having no cost. The not having a home. Besides in her head, On the chained down bed, Traced by a needle thread, Saying things off-track when in the red, "Is she up fed," "Only her save can meds," From the stories that she has read, From the lips of those who fled. Those who left her behind, Leaving her to lose her mind, LOSING TOUCH WITH ALL MAN-KIND. Leaving her to become her own King, Leaving her to do her own thing. Forcing her to become her own knight, In shining armor, to win and lose her own fight. Walking out without a thank you, For all the things she’s helped you through. For every plan you ever flopped, For all the places you've ever walked. For every crime you've committed, For every sin you've done in one sit in. Now all she feels is the music, Humana-humana-I’mm still going to lose it. But I guess, it’s the perfect fit. Time to get with it. (They call me what they call me, lonely, oh-so lonely.) The riff is loud, The bass is louder. They’re all looking down, Down on her. Leaving her with no honor. Yet she is just growing fonder, Of the place where no one wants her. The screaming is loud, But the beat is louder. She scribbled out their words. And then I found her. (Lonely, oh-so lonely.)
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