my story

nobody wants to hear my story

nobody wants to her my voice

so I'll just keep it deep inside me

do I have any other choice?

I'll just keep on talking

and keep on being ignored

all I know is I can't stop thinking

I'm not who I was before

you know nothing about my story

you can't understand my words

you don't want to hear me talking

but I still need to be heard

you wish your ears heard silence

when you see my mouth begin to speak

you cover your ears with your hand

I am not what you seek

you cannot stop my story

it echoes through my troubled past

the words spill onto countless pages

verbs and nouns are flags at half-mast

I think I'll just keep on talking

until somebody listens to me

all I have is my own story

someday it will set me free