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are thousands of stories, Endless words, thoughts, emotions Waiting to be summoned But fear is the glue that keeps my mouth shut And the words scrawled on these pages Convey more than my hushed voice ever could. Just because I smile, doesnt mean that Im content Beneath this ill-fitting cloak of concealment With all its plastic insincerity, There is a girl with fragile dreams And eyes brimming with fire Thrown into a world where she suffocates In the heat of human expectations. Just because I am ignored, doesnt mean I am transparent Carelessly I am dismissed, overlooked They dont understand that, like them, I have felt pain, sorrow and joy I am alive My heart beats as theirs does But we are separated by invisible walls. I am more than a flickering, nameless face Whispered words, a vacant smile I am not a long-forgotten book lying facedown on the shelf I am an endless world below the barrier reefs Of a vast, uncharted ocean But no one ever dares to leave the shore And break the surface.