In this world we suffer,
Hungry for our voice to be heard—
But I chose silence.
Silence.
I no longer have the urge,
To expose the victim.
To correct what is wrong.
To straighten the crooked.
Let them be.
Let them be wrong.
Let others do the beating.
I will be the bad.
I will be the villain.
I will be the unjust and the liar.
Let their judgement dictate who I am.
While I cripple down in my own pains,
I have no intention to suffer more.
Let their voices be loud in air.
Let their lies be the truth.
Let them be praised and embraced.
When their ways are unjust.
When their morals are wrong.
When their values are distorted.
I will be in silence.
Let them befriend more allies.
Let them provoke arguments.
Let them be satisfied.
I choose to be in the darkness,
To be solemn amidst the chaos.
I will be deaf and mute—
But to my grave I will write.
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