As leaves fall from the dying tree
A warm breeze gently;
Carries them
To wherever it desires
The leaves go effortlessly;
And a silent agreement is made
As the journey progresses
The breeze dies down;
And the leaves are carefully placed in their new home
Shortly after the leaves begin to decay;
And once again become part of the earth
Forever possessing warm feelings for the breeze;
That presented them with the opportunity;
To see the world in a different light

Sitting in silence;
Wishing to be heard
But they drown me out;
And my voice cracks every time
I muster up the courage
To be loud enough;
So that I may be heard
But they don't listen
because they do not care;
For my words
Because they tell a story
Of abuse;
And how I'm ignored;
They dare not listen;
For the fear of realization;
That they were wrong;
Yet they dare not believe;
That I could be truthful;
And how my words carry a song
That just might awaken;
The child inside;
And force them to finally listen;
And realize;
That I spoke the truth
Now my voice no longer cracks
When it speaks louder
Than what has been allowed

As you can see
You took everything
That was;
Me
And Turned into something entirely;
Different
A creation of your own
Forged from the fires of your hate
I am now something;
In which everyone can no longer relate to;
Thank you