Maybe the one talked over and hushed
Grew up to be quiet, reserved
Trying to develop a voice of their own
But it was never heard
Maybe the one seeking attention
Spent their life being ignored
Experiences shape perceptions
And perceptions shape our world
But this is where we start, not end
After all, we're not cement
We change and bend and learn and grow
We can end above and start below
Beliefs can change and so can we
What we were, we don't have to be
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Maybe the one talked over and hushed
Grew up to be quiet, reserved
Trying to develop a voice of their own
But it was never heard
Maybe the one seeking attention
Spent their life being ignored
Experiences shape perceptions
And perceptions shape our world
But this is where we start, not end
After all, we're not cement
We change and bend and learn and grow
We can end above and start below
Beliefs can change and so can we
What we were, we don't have to be
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