No matter what I do or say
People always take it the wrong way.
They never listen to my words, to my heart
So I scream inside of my art.
I write like it's the only way I can talk
Because in a way it is, I use my words to live To walk.
I want them to listen. To understand my mind,
But most just do not have the time.
The walk by me and don't see
So I write to express the real me
i write to be heard, to be free
I pick up a pen and then I am whole
The pen touches paper and I pour out my soul
I help others like me
Who feel the same way
Until they feel free
And learn to say what they wish to say