Cotton padding wrapped around your soul
Shielding you from the unknown
Laughing exteriors
Fine, Fine
The will to be normal
To think and to feel
To forgive and to Love
Unable to fulfill
What you know you should
Hatred inside, poisoning the good
Cotton padding blocking all noise
Holding inside
Everything felt
Saving it for ammunition
For when the glass finally breaks
And all the emotions
Finally
Come spilling out.
Cotton padding keeps you quiet
Sitting in the back
Trying to look sane
For the camera
Each of your peers holds
The image forever burned into their minds
Forgotten in a second
By all but one.
I am thinking of entering this one into the contest, what do you think?
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