Why speak if I will be ignored?
My words will fall to the ground
Forgotten and left behind
Like dust around us.
Why is it that they aren't heard,
Or simply overlooked?
The words I speak you twist
To fit with the plans if your wit.
Then you will refute my corrections,
Refute my explanations and wishes.
Do you not see me pleading,
As I beg to be heard?
When I close my eyes to keep steady,
For in my own words I am drowning,
Yet you sit upon your throne frowning.
So I will stay silent,
And speak empty words,
And give in without a fight.
I'll then write it out with a pen,
Because at least the paperb will listen.