Everyone’s voice is meant to be heard,

But no one is ever there to savor every word.

My thoughts are stuck on this notepad,

Because speaking our minds is “bad”.

No one else is talking, only mind.

With all the hatred heard, still very kind.

A lighter world is what they speak for,

But their four walls are shut, can’t go through the door.

Words can speak louder than actions at times,

Speaking our mind is somehow “committing a crime”.

Some will be heard and some will stop trying,

Their lips will be sealed and they’ll begin lying.

The voice of the voiceless will be one not to let you down.

I will show you the truth without a frown.

I have learned by all the problems and choices,

That it’s best to listen to the voices.