What if my right was your wrong and your wrong was my right? If we play pretend words lost their meaning and these sentences never began. What if you try to listen to my eyes and feel what I shout, where making sense of my life it's a comma where you stop move along but without any doubt.Β Β What if I take your happiness and live it as my own, I know I've read this essay but the pages keep going on. If you could realize that I create my joy, the questions in your book won't be handle like a toy. What if the lines you write are backwards because that's all you know yet one day you're forbidden to express your feelings and thoughts. If you can't understand why you're trying to be retrained, why can you tell me to be a pencil when I've always been a pen?