You can hear me release myself like the waves in the ocean

You can hear me scream to the world like im on the top of the highest mountain

As my words flow like a public school water fountain

You dont kno me

but you can hear my cries through my poetry

And if its just you and me, still thats a secret i will never tell

ill keep my words quietly trapped in my own little hell

Only expressed through writing and ink

As I let my words sink sink sink

It matters to me what you quietly think

And to read it is the least that you owe me

but you can only hear my cries, only through my poetry...