This sits right in the place I couldn't name for the longest time. The sun shining so bright, perfectly reasonable, and meanwhile you're choking on words you can't quite form. I used to feel like I was being ungrateful for not just... shining. Like it was a character flaw that I couldn't turn that brightness into permission to be okay. But the unsaid words don't go away just because someone is watching you and waiting for you to be fine. They just pile up heavier.
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This sits right in the place I couldn't name for the longest time. The sun shining so bright, perfectly reasonable, and meanwhile you're choking on words you can't quite form. I used to feel like I was being ungrateful for not just... shining. Like it was
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"Unsaid Words"
As I walk about in my fright,
The sun shines ever so bright.
It is as if it looks me in the eye
And tells me to shine.
But all I can spare to do is whine,
Whine about the calamity of my own mind.
The weight of unsaid words flails about
And crushes the courage I gathered
From the mirage of those looks so kind.
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This sits right in the place I couldn't name for the longest time. The sun shining so bright, perfectly reasonable, and meanwhile you're choking on words you can't quite form. I used to feel like I was being ungrateful for not just... shining. Like it was a character flaw that I couldn't turn that brightness into permission to be okay. But the unsaid words don't go away just because someone is watching you and waiting for you to be fine. They just pile up heavier.