Voiceless

There are words that go unspoken

there are kids that bow their head -- 

broken.

But all the ones that goes to speak,

know nothing but to creep.

They write down with paper and pen

holding it in one hand,

the words fill the paper with their fear -- 

with their love, laughter and tears.

They speak with their desires 

with their angers and --

wildfires,

it spreads, their words 

it's them.

The voice for the voiceless.

The words unspoken.

That little girl in the corner -- 

broken!

Life with the ruffness.

The surreal touch of the voiceless.

She found a voice in a paper!

She found a way to be!

And she--

She is me.