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by V. Martin

Your lips are moving but no sound is coming out.
Thinking you can't hear me I begin to shout.
You bring up your hands to cover your ears.
It's then you realize they're full of your tears.
You were lying down while you cried.
Remembering the deceit and why I lied.
The truth would have sealed your fate.
Never look back because it's already too late.
But if you look back you'd be seeing ahead.
You are stuck in the moment you were mislead.
You want to grow and mature but to do so you must feel.
That is not an option for you until you heal.
But you can't heal what you won't admit.
So you're frozen, not participating, you quit.
Time didn't stop when you did so you've aged in years.
Yet you're very immature compared to all your peers.
So you whine and complain causing a scene.
You think no one likes you, every one is mean.
When in fact it is you that leads the way.
About yourself you have nothing nice to say.
As long as you are your own worst enemy,
You may as well expect everyone else to be.