To Be Heard?

By Zorro

What is the purpose of my voice?
Is it allowed to stand stark in the light to be seen?
What will that endless possiblilty that is bound to follow hold?
Was it morally wrong to tell my truth when it could be painful for those who made it true to hear?
Is their pain validated simply because it could exist?
Should I hold back the tide of words that push to the surface?
Is silence the only solution when words cut deep?

I don't know.
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Zorro

VT

17 years old

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