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Twenty-six Letters
In twenty-six letters, I let myself drown
Whenever i can no longer hold back my frown
The pain and the tears I try to handle
As they try to drip like melted wax from a burning candle
Its light, I use to see in the dark
But I held it too close, the flame licked my skin and left a mark
The scar it made in my body will forever last
And so is the memory of me, burned yet frozen still, aghast
I then willed my feet to move, one after the other
And prayed to God that my light would not falter
Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of the dark in this place
I'm afraid of feeling too bared that I could not recognize my own face
Tell me now, where is the way out
From this place where all my insanity is brought about
That is filled with twenty-six letters in hundreds of forms
And remarks on how your least harsh word shatters my gentle form
Anger, frustration, your irritation
Cause the lack of good communication
In its place sat fear and anxiety
As we try not to hear your strings of profanities
So yet again, in this darkness, I sit
In manipulating twenty-six letters I commit
To create something so frighteningly true
That they washed over me, drowning into the blue
Whenever i can no longer hold back my frown
The pain and the tears I try to handle
As they try to drip like melted wax from a burning candle
Its light, I use to see in the dark
But I held it too close, the flame licked my skin and left a mark
The scar it made in my body will forever last
And so is the memory of me, burned yet frozen still, aghast
I then willed my feet to move, one after the other
And prayed to God that my light would not falter
Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of the dark in this place
I'm afraid of feeling too bared that I could not recognize my own face
Tell me now, where is the way out
From this place where all my insanity is brought about
That is filled with twenty-six letters in hundreds of forms
And remarks on how your least harsh word shatters my gentle form
Anger, frustration, your irritation
Cause the lack of good communication
In its place sat fear and anxiety
As we try not to hear your strings of profanities
So yet again, in this darkness, I sit
In manipulating twenty-six letters I commit
To create something so frighteningly true
That they washed over me, drowning into the blue
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