Being heard


For a girl who has so much to say

the words just won't come out. 

Somedays I want to laugh and play

and others I want to shout.

I wish my touch could convey

all the things I feel...

but it seems that during the day 

its like my lips are sealed.

Tell me is there another way

to give life to my voice?

It seems that I can only pray

that I may have another choice.

These thoughts are thrown all array 

free as little birds.

But none are as stray as they

when it comes to words.


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