I can see the blank paper,
The unfilled lines on the sheet,
I can hear your words that I’m supposed to be writing down,
But I can’t raise my hand high enough to get the words on the paper.
The paper feels rough today,
I can taste the words I want to say but I’m holding them back,
Staying quiet and not saying a word.
Stay quiet and they won’t talk,
Stay quiet and they won’t know,
Stay quiet so they can’t hear you scream.