Open mouth,
Close it again.
Do not speak,
Unless spoken to.
Words don't mean,
Anything to you.
Your voice is only useable,
In documents that suit you.
Your feelings,
Are raging.
And my emotions are stupid,
For wanting to be famous.
Take the papers,
And throw them away.
Rip them up,
And laugh in my face.
I want to be heard,
But my voice is stitched.
You show me what I am,
A disgrace.
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
