What does a number mean?
Can one's thoughts truly be scored?
Is this a race, winning the highest vote?
Many shun the chance to shine
Others boast, thinking they are tops
While some prefer to just try
It is not winning that brings joy
The challenge defies the hidden
The need to voice a line is grand
The soul is filled with happiness
Exhaling true emotion
Words penned that soothe the mind
Not all have the balls to write
To those that do, I applaud you
Ease those thoughts, let them flow
It is one's choice to be heard
Read, inhaled, savored
Trashed, erased or wasted
So let the numbers be
Pay no mind, smile and breathe
For exposing one's underside
Is a choice indeed
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