Crying To Make a Sound
Unable to fly, like a broken wing
Mis read, like a letter of typos
So many things I am not I forgot how to be human
Awful, like a bitter taste let in my mouth
Loud, like a fog horn is my voice
Succeptible, to insecurites like an airport
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