I may be mute but I can promise you this,
I know better than most, of this long dark abyss I watch from afar, all the mistakes that you make - and how you hastily cover them adding icing on the cake Though I may not be perfect and my throat is made of ice, I have a voice of silk, simple yet precise A house made of brick I stand strong in the presence , of the tiny cardboard cookie-cutters - built weak without foundations so kiss my hands and bow at my feet, bending to my will\ and admitting your defeat
if freedom of speech
is the most prominent here why am i mute why is it that i feel the pressure not to speak when i can do so i feel that all i can do is stay quiet in this loud enough room i just am quiet in this room of loud beings letting voices speak not much speak but scream scream so i cant hear myself so i'll be quiet i try to go leave but shockingly they notice and the screams come close i hide away from the voices that can haunt me because of volume my ears are bleeding somebody help me, i cant leave the loud voices is it my right to be able to scream back? i dont really know i dont know if i am allowed to scream back to these scary voices what if the voices dont try to listen, what if they silence my point they probably will i cant help but think they will silence what i say i wish i could speak saying what i have to think but i feel i can
freedom of speech
Why is it that when I talk
People hate me But when I’m mute People love me When I talk I’m told that I’m Too annoying Too loud But when I’m mute I’m told that I’m sad I’m angry I want to **** myself So which do I pick? I could choose to be me And be loud and obnoxious Or I could choose to be the person That everyone else likes And be mocked for being quiet My friends worry My bullies don’t mock me anymore My mother is scared The school doesn’t have to worry about cussing My brother worries about my health My teachers don’t notice So I don’t care I choose to be me But the silent me The one that laughs silently The one that doesn’t go to parties The one that doesn’t even have friends anymore All because I’m quiet today
Weep my tears,
Wash my face, Pretend, Don't let them see; Shut in your feelings, Don't let it escape your lungs, Mute your heart, So they can't hear; How foolish, Tormenting myself repeatedly, Knowing that it's wrong, To make them believe that I am my disguise.
How did I become inaudible?
It's really loud in my head. I want to stop feeling the images. I want to stop hearing what you said. I want to stop being a shadow. I want to wake up from the dead. How did I become invisible? Is that why I can't see straight ahead? How did I become inaudible? When it's really loud in my head. but the truth is, I am mute. Can I be deaf instead? https://scribblesindarkness.blogspot.com/
mute voice, bruised mind, scarred body, fearful heart, invaded privacy, numb skin, tear welling eyes and invalid soul. This is what you made me feel by just one touch.
Sometimes I wish I would’ve stayed mute.
Which means I wish I didn’t talk or converse. I wish words didn’t fall from my lips like a waterfall of meaningless nothings. Falling with swift abandon and landing recklessly. I just wish I would’ve stayed mute. Being mute appears to be made for me.
My first poetry book is coming out next month!!