Dried up words

There are some words that I have lost

Some stories faded

Music just stopped

What I had wanted to say

I cannot remember

All that is filling my thoughts

Are all bitter darts of accusations

I am different

I have my own wit

You can't trample me down

Just because you do not agree

What's my crime?

That I think or that I aspire ?

Don't stifle my voice

Don't push me into the corner of silence

I grow numb, mute

What is left, is not me

It's who you created

It may be good for you

As you grow stronger

All these things you shower on me?

Does not bring me back to life

These are things you want

I only want my voice, my dreams


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