Tue, 07/29/2014 - 17:46 -- ChyChy


No matter what I do or say

People always take it the wrong way.


They never listen to my words, to my heart

So I scream inside of my art.


I write like it's the only way I can talk

Because in a way it is, I use my words to live To walk.


I want them to listen. To understand my mind,

But most just do not have the time.


The walk by me and don't see

So I write to express the real me

i write to be heard, to be free


I pick up a pen and then I am whole

The pen touches paper and I pour out my soul


I help others like me

Who feel the same way

Until they feel free

And learn to say what they wish to say



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