The right to remain silent
quiet
voiceless
Lies upon the tongues of the defeated

They await what the world will throw at them with fear
pain
hopelessness
and they will suffer again
and as always
in silence

Made to bow to those who reign high and mighty
they tear themselves apart deciding between what they want
and what they are forced to do
frustrated
confused
lost
delving deeper and deeper into the abyss
Ever consuming

They wish that one day
an angel
guardian
saviour
will free them from their bonds
unshackle them
pluck the thorns from their sides

but even then they wonder
if the angel itself
was just another poorly made choice