Anger boils inside me,
a voice eager to be heard and noticed.
A conversation one sided.
Interruption occurs as if it's a primary language to her.
She talks promptly so she can speak what needs to be desperately spoken with out interference.
Being interrupted makes a person feel unworthy of a simple visit commonly mistaken for mutual participation.
What is the limit to continuous impertinence?
When is it appropriate to compose value within oneself and character?
Why do I feel as if I have to rebel in order to be simply...
heard?
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Jupiter Miller
I write what I can, when I can. In the best representation possible of my most inner thoughts in my brain.
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