I am tired.
Tired of a world where I live by morals.
Why do they not exist for others?

I am scared.
Scared of people.
Scared of what they do to each other every single day.

I am small.
So small sometimes I cannot be seen.

It frightens me.

I am myself. I am an open book. I am a melody.
But why can no-one read me –
Why can no-one hear me –
Am I a different language?
Am I a different sound?