My Voice Isn'T Heard
I scream,
I cry,
I ask myself why.
My Voice Isn't heard.
I laugh,
I sleep,
I dream.
My Voice Isn't Heard.
I run,
I walk,
I always talk.
My voice Isn't Heard.
The Years go by and menories seem to fade away, and stain my face.
No One Knows,
how I show,
Who or what I really am,
But one thing I do know,
that My voice Isn't heard.
It seems as though anything I say,
goes through one ear and out the other.
No One Knows How I feel.
My Voice Isn't Heard.
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