The Misunderstood
By Lydia Rose •
I want to call out,
To shout out,
To speak.
She wants to cry out,
To scream out,
To be heard.
He wants to walk out,
To jump out,
To live.
But they want to lie down,
Rest, buried underground,
To die
By Lydia Rose •
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