Talking like you, walking like you <br />as I am required to do means life <br />without joie de vivre, when I voice <br />my excitement I must tone it down <br /> <br />Talking in an even, expressionless <br />voice makes you happy while this <br />oppresses my spirit - suppresses <br />the joy I feel bubbling inside <br /> <br />Which only explode in a happy <br />low but it is forbidden at home, I <br />must tippy-tippy-toe, tippy-tippy <br />toe around everything until life <br /> <br />Is so boring - I hope somebody <br />would kill me or I might fall in an <br />eternal swoon - whatever would <br />take me away from all this - <br /> <br />So secure, so calm and with- <br />out fun - hanging on just to get <br />more of this is an absurd joke: <br />buried while still breathing<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buried-while-breathing/
