I whisper words I know won't be heard
I say them, softer than a fluttering bird.
Quiet, I am, for I know those in need
will refuse, every time, to take heed.

I'll make my speech grand when the time comes;
for now this will only reach a small, select some.
My heart keeps jumping at every sound;
for I wish one day I could simply be found.

Take this ripped heart and hold it close
I doubt it will warm to you; it no longer does for most.
My eyes will stay shut more times than not;
One day I will be lucky to see you caught.

I miss my life the way it was; when all
revolved around one single nightly call.
Now I see how others shape my world
and not every day needs to be spent curled

in a figure unnatural to your form.
I will still swear that my heart is torn.
More than I ever thought before
doubt is wearing my mind like at a seashore.