My Writing Is My Voice

My writing is my voice When I speak I’m not heard To read this is your choice It’s nothing forced I’ve been shut down and silenced my whole life Now I will use my voice to fight When someone takes the time to speak Be attentive to what they need You never know what difference you’ll make Listen for a change So many people have ignored my frantic cries Down played reality as lies I learned it’s best not to tell No one will listen and I have a story to sell My life has been no joke It’s as if I’m on the ledge, dangling by a rope around my throat I tried to tell, cuss, scream, yell But still I got no help So now I write when I’m lonely at night When I’m too weak to fight When that little voice tells me to end my life My writing is my voice When I speak I am not heard To read this is your choice It’s nothing forced.