Listen here
And listen close
I won't be held down and formatted to your world
I will scream into the endless fog
Like an unhinged soul with nothing to lose
Even though I could lose it all
Listen here, and listen close
The noise I make is not art
The art I make is noise
It is not music
Nor a grand soliloquy
These are simply the thoughts and feelings scratching inside my head
Clawing to the surface
Yearning to gain flight
And soar above the world that tried to break me
This world that would work to silence me
Rid me of my voice
Words
Clawing to the surface
Yearning to gain flight
And soar above the world that tried to break me
This world that would work to silence me
Give me no more choice
But the screaming shall not be quelled
I will not be silent