I'm not going to talk to anyone anymore.
I seem to cause everyone so much bore.
Everything I say no one hears.
What I say doesn't matter, because no one cares.
No one seems to listens to what I have to say.
Why waste time repeating what I've already said anyways?
Every time I speak the world ridicules my voice.
No matter what I say, I'm persecuted without a choice.
I try to express myself and speak what's on my mind,
Only to have people badger me as if I’ve committed a crime.
What I say crumbles and becomes nothing in these people’s hands.
My message slips through the cracks faster than quick sand.
The things people claim to have heard me say are things I can’t describe.
Their interpretations are so foreign to me; my message has become a disguise.
You will not believe all the criticism I face.
You won't comprehend the torture that takes place.
I only want to tell the story that represents my life.
But all my talking only causes more strife.
Why is it that others are praised for their own words?
Anything I mention is treated as absurd!
I can’t get through my tongue the voice in my heart,
Without someone ripping through my sentences, tearing them apart.
There’s an echo in the halls with words I just said,
But the person who repeats them gets the credit instead.
I do not understand how my expression makes you disagree.
What I speak is what I know, and show me truly.
Can someone hear me, is anyone there?
I’m trying to make a statement, but it goes nowhere.
Listen if you can, your ears may do good,
but why does it matter, when I’m always misunderstood?
I talk all day, and I talk all night,
but the words I speak are never seen as right.
My words make others believe I’m insane.
The time I spend on words wears out my brain.
I will never understand why my voice is not clear.
I am making a statement, and it does not appear.
No one reads my messages, I’m talking to a crowd of me.
I should stop hoping people yearn for my opinion, and let things be.
