I write because of my silence,
I'm silent when they blame me,
For all the things I didn't do,
And Making a fool of me.

I write because they don't listen,
To all the truth that seep from my wounds,
I try and try, but I'm the fool,
To not know that I'm just a tool.

I write because of my wish,
To communicate with them,
Who don't even remember,
What I had to go through.

I write because I have been lied to,
To tell them that I know the truth,
That they had hidden away,
So that I could not find and call them out.