My emotion casted out.
light of effect; heavy with insignificance.
Sometimes my emotion
is better left unsaid.
Better left emotionless.
Being misunderstood is a constant war.
The dispute of friends and foes.
The damage sometimes never mends
no matter how much this wound is sewn.
I am not as meaningless
as the words I speak.
They regurgitate my heart
into my transparent face.
Do you see me now?
wait... That's better left unsaid.
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