“Malfunction” Poem of the Day (2023)


By Ashley O’Hare

There must be something wrong with me.

My lips are moving

I feel vibration in my vocal cords,

but nobody is listening.

Extensive research backs up my words,

but I am still ignored-

nobody wants the kid’s opinion.

Years pass,

but my credibility is stunted.

I may as well wear diapers-

then physical reality

would finally match

how I have always been seen.

My lungs are fried.

My eyes have dried.

My confidence long ago died

with any sense of pride.

All that remains is


buried deep inside.

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