My Voice 2/6/14 -2/12/14
There's sound to it
It's stifled
Hard for them to hear
To Understand
Take time to make it clear
Hard for me to get it out
Speak and be received
There's a break
A struggle
To heal
To mend
Silence in pain
When waiting again
For my voice to be heard
I'll cry about it now
Either way my voice will be heard
Whether it be through silence
and you missing me or
Loud and you hating me
Misinterpreting me,
Making assumptions and
Thinking that you know me
Just cuz you hung with me,
lived with me, go to school with me
Whatever with me
Still doesn't say that you know me
It only says that you know of me
Therefore my roar and bite ain't always
Anger, frustration and pain or
You thinking I'm trying to control
To know me is to know my soul
Young and old, bold and meek
Truth be told only got can know me
He's the only one who's taken the time to really study and learn me
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