What is it like
to have a voice?
To not be another face
in the crowd.
What is it like to have someone
actually listen to you?
I don't know.
Will i ever know?
All i can do is hope.
But that's doubtful,
my hope has dwindled so low.
What is it like,
to no longer be silent.
To not have your mouth
sewn shut
with needles and thread
from devious little spiders?
What is it like
to say i love you,
and hear it back?
Oh please tell me everything,
everything I've missed.
For i am so very sick
of being silent.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
