The Giver

People say, to receive, we should give.
When she gives, she must decide:
To whom this gift should receive.
She says to herself, "what from this will I aquire?"
Nothing. Still, she keeps quiet.
Her voice is silent, while her lungs are roaring.
Speak, child, SPEAK! Raise your voice.
She says to herself, "One day
I will no longer be a giver.”

With blinded eyes, she does not perceive.
Nor do they believe in, what she will achieve.
This girl, silently, screamed in agony
Nobody saw the anxiety,
That laid within her mind, a secret she always left behind.

Until a voice, one day, said, I hear you, let me help you remember;
The giver you are, take from me and watch who you will discover.
Be you, be proud and stand tall.
I am what people call,
The Giver