Stagnant

a fist full of tears thrown at a mind full of fears

face wet at the prospect of the tears that are really years

I laugh inside my grief while I grieve within my laughter

I miss and I miss... so I act so indiff

I hide while I step away from the crowd

I speak in low tones because my voice is too loud

I am someone's daughter, but I am no one's child

So I will hide because I stand out from the crowd

And act indifferent, because I miss... miss so much

And I'll grieve within my laughter as I laugh within my grief

Wet faced at the prospect of the years that are represented by shed tears

For my mind full of fears is only worth a fist full of tears...


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