This one for the outcasts
This ones for the mimes
This ones for those picked last
Those standing at the end of the line
Waiting for a world
where no one hurts
Waiting for a world
Where their own words come first
Listen to my words
Listen to my rhyme
These people need time
These lives need kind people
Stop shouting, OUTCAST!
Youre the only ones left standing
once everyone else has become mute
afraid of abuse
No longer wanting to speak
You're so weak
Why dont you grow a pair
and let us speak
YOU ARE READING
Trapped No More
PoetryTrapped No More Is the sequel to my other poetry collection which is titled Inside No Longer, which was based on the idea that popularity is fickle and that there's no superior group to anyone. This collection will be based on the theme of unspoken...
