Can you hear me?
Because you act like you can't...
That's why I stay angry
and I rave and I rant.
Can you see me?
Because you act like you don't...
That's why this pain on my skin
never has to be clothed.
Can you feel me?
Because I feel your every word...
Felt as sticks and stones,
I wish they would ONLY hurt...
Can you love me?
Because you act like it's a sin...
Your love is something I no longer crave
because it burns me from within...
Can you face me?
Because I'm everything you wanted to be.
I don't pretend I'm not imperfect
to create friendships only skin deep.
Am I still nothing?
A package deal with the rest?
I'm tired of being left out of 'Your Kids'
and unwanted at best...
I am not Voiceless.
I am myself, and that is enough!
I have another mom that wasn't afraid
of me growing up to be tough.