Do you hear that sound?
It's not the wind
It's not the creak of the floor boards, or the shades on the window swaying in the breeze
Nor is it the moving branches of the trees
It's not the lone wolfs howel
It's my silent plea
Tell me, can you hear me?
Even when you're nowhere near me?
I'm sending signals, I know I am
With my stance
My emotions
They're clouding all around me
Like the tension you feel when you walk in a room, my words are there
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be seen
For someone to listen
But instead of an ear I get the hand
No one wants to understand
They'd rather overlook me
Judge
Tease
No one really listens
I'm mute on speaker, and loud in silence
Yet, I'm never heard
I'm deaf on doubt, and high on reason
But I'll never be heard
Never truly heard
I'll always be silent to those who matter, and nothing to those who don't care
I can't change that, and I'm tired of trying
Either you hear me or you don't there's no inbetween anymore
