The words I speak don't matter
to those who don't listen.
Screaming air to those who
don't care.
They think my lips spill poison
and would rather sew them shut.
And would rather mute my voice
to their locked ears.
I breathe fire
baked from years and years
of pressure from all around.
All the little sparks and scars
added up for so long
until I can no longer hold it in
my mind and heart.
You may believe me to be overreacting
to childish play
or teasing words
but what do you know?
Do you care?
Do you know what it's like in my shoes?
Can you take all those pinpricks of pain from over the years
and still stay sane?
They'd rather have me stay quiet.
Silent
Don't start a ruckus or
Complain.
Out of the way and never
bothering the
structure of our world
with my pain.
And why?
is maintaining a lie more important
than my voice?
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
The words I speak don't matter
to those who don't listen.
Screaming air to those who
don't care.
They think my lips spill poison
and would rather sew them shut.
And would rather mute my voice
to their locked ears.
I breathe fire
baked from years and years
of pressure from all around.
All the little sparks and scars
added up for so long
until I can no longer hold it in
my mind and heart.
You may believe me to be overreacting
to childish play
or teasing words
but what do you know?
Do you care?
Do you know what it's like in my shoes?
Can you take all those pinpricks of pain from over the years
and still stay sane?
They'd rather have me stay quiet.
Silent
Don't start a ruckus or
Complain.
Out of the way and never
bothering the
structure of our world
with my pain.
And why?
is maintaining a lie more important
than my voice?
