Everyone wants to be heard,
to tell their feelings and their hurt.
But, yet they walk around silent
with feelings bottled up so hard like a bullet.
Walking around with a cloud over your head
trying to keep your head up but yet you dread.
Can I be heard is all you think of
but it's your choice to bring yourself up
not only do I want to be heard, I need empathy
I need someone here to talk to and relate to me.
It gets lonely when you can't be heard.
It feels like I'm a lion with no courage.
Can I be heard? Can someone find me?
To break me out of this shell called me?
or is it my ego or my fantasy?
or is it who wants to be heard isn't me?