I have never been a lion

I know that, I recognize the silence that seeps from my skin

Always in the hidden corners of my mind but sometimes, I think my quiet is deceiving 

I don't roar my convictions

But I will never water down to maked them easier to swallow

No, I spent to long carring my grief in my throat so others could breathe easy

So I may not be a lion

But when I have something to say, the words will defeat their prey

I will show no mercy.