A poem about wanting a voice but not speaking in defense of self-preservation. |
Speak up child not going to say another word words are clogging up my throat making it hard to breathe piling up and scrambling over each other kicking and scratching their way up packed together like sardines wanting to rush out in one furious swoosh but I won't let them not speaking up again last four hundred and sixty two times I did that it just hurt me tears being forced out into pools in my eyes the victims of pushy words you don't even know it that's the funny thing you think I've finally come over to your way of thinking no more wearing emotions on my shoulder don't care if it makes me seem colder it's what I decided to do speaking up invites you let's be honest, you don't really care anyway just gives you the excuse you were searching for to give me yet another lesson in why I am wrong a thousand tiny needles tattooing my heart leaving your permanent mark you are then upset because I have no reaction I have one, you just don't see it and you never will see it I'm counting the days standing outside letting the wind carry off all those words trying to think of the future to a day when my words will flow freely be welcomed and cherished but until that day, it pains me to say I won't say a word not speaking out again I refuse to let you make me think my thoughts are dirty, ignorant sins go on judging me harshly I can take it lips poking out, trying to look strong putting a piece of bubblicious in my mouth not too many days away, going to leave you and you will be the one standing there all stoic looking like a fool |