I find myself surrounded by
Gossiping passerby
Who,
Show me what I shouldn't do.
People on crowded streets,
Pushing and shoving their way through.
Wish they could hear me, those that stare past me,
Blankly,
Freeing themselves of my soundless plea.
In a world so busy, extremely oblivious,
Would consider my dilemma trivial,
Indeed, quite frivolous.
I find myself horrified and mostly outright mystified,
Because,
I urgently need to speak my mind,
And presently I've come to find,
That...
I've lost voice.
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