You say you want me to speak
But if i open my mouth and talk
Anger will rise
The ground will shake.
I have been silenced for 8 years
That time cannot be taken back.
Instead, i am left with the memories
That allow me to tell the sad stories
There is more to me.
I look fine from the outside
But inside
I am a shipwreck
Just waiting to be discovered.
I am a rush of frustration
I often loose my happy concentration
When i am put into a ****** situation
Dont let me speak
i wont stop
Wrether you think you love me
Or you pretend to love me
There is always going to be a void.
A void only one can make.
But left 8 years ago
I've been told to hold on for so long
And
My grip is slipping.
Each day i find myself wanting to let go more and more.
I cannot move on with little to none support.
I am a human
Not a robot.
I have feelings
Which everyonr seems to forget.
family slave
Is who i am to them
nuisance
To others.
I want to matter
I want to open my mouth
And speak
And leak
These secrets kept within the flesh.
But these bruises are like circuit boards
no one sees them
You have to uncover these sheets of hell to see my pain. The bruises
My soul feels dead with every bad omen and every negative word said to me.
Ive prayed
Nothing came
Ive bargained my soul
Just for things to change
Nothing has happened.
Because i will not speak.
My mind is connected
But not my mouth.
This is not a poem
No
Its a rant
An angry rant from an ******* poet.
Who cannot
*speak
Dont take privileges as a debt
Imaging what you have that others dont...even if that means being heard and being able to speak