One tiny lie,
An echo of doubt,
Comes out as a whisper,
When I try to shout.
Caged up inside me,
Word after word,
Truth after truth,
That will never be heard.
Boiling with anger,
They'll never see light,
But they come out to play,
In secret at night.
The spite and the torment,
No good, it's all bad,
I just wish I could scream it,
Confined: makes me mad.
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