I need to get far, far from here
far from where I don't feel like a disgrace
a silent girl  falling to obedience
just so that she won't create
an unhappy audience

where has gone her voice
to the things which matter the most
so afraid of disappointing those her trust her
doing anything to appreciate her efforts

since when has she gone silent
since when did she lose her neglect for fear
now her voice resides only her art work
yet even that can be easily misunderstood

imprisoned in this capsule of circling tragedies
with a person who keeps tugging at her feelings
she knows she deserves better
yet she is torn between heart and mind

so where has gone the mighty roar
where has fled her ambition to deflect
now everything only hurts a little part of her
sensitive to slightest parting of ushered clouds--

torn of two things, dangerously messy
her singing heart and battling mind
her hidden voice and rampaging silence
trying to find the truth

which is better to side?