When you can't speak your mind
Locking itself in hopes
Of a kindness
Ready to leave
With it's trembling chin
You are the child
Who keeps me locked in
You speak your mind
Wielding your sword
It whistles with conviction
It smiles in aggression
And I'd try to scream
But you'd always be right
So I am the ghost
Who gets pushed aside
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