What am I to say?

There is all but nothing left,

nothing that hasn't been said before,

left out and taken

for granted.

What am I to do?

That is unique and trully from me,

that I can do and I can be?

I haven't a clue

                                with my thoughts I am blue.

And my desire to be heard,

thrown in the fire.

                                      Yet here I am.

              But a lamb.

I will not say it,

                               my dear

                                                 you already know.