See Me.
Without a word
I walk through life.
To be heard
It is my biggest strife.
Movement so loud,
Activities one by one.
Are you not proud
Of all that I’ve done?
I’m crying out
With all of these things
Using my success
To be heard.
It is my biggest strife
To be heard.
I walk through life,
Without a word.
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