Can the people hear what we say?

It’s not death that has us worried

It’s not pain that makes us pray

But the words used against us

The weakness we gain from strength

As we carry smiles, and heavy burdens

Will our life spans have much length?

You think of us as ghosts

Like our voices have no use

But have you ever stopped to wonder

How we’ve experience mental abuse?

Mistreated, misjudged, mistaken, misunderstood

Missing the words we want to say

Missing our laughs and memories

With only time left to decay

Yes we’re strong, deep inside

Somewhere past all your sorrowful lies

Maybe one day you’ll understand

Why we can’t share how we feel

Why we can’t take a stand