Children are to be seen and not heard
For some reason this never quite suck in
I never could fully understand this statement I was told through out my childhood
The older I got the more I realized that my words would always hold a lesser value
It didn't matter how I felt
It didn't matter what my side of the story was
Sometimes adults only see in black and white
There is no room in the document for my grey heart or my technicolor mind
So I seemed to always be in limbo
Struggling to see where I belong
While some treated me equally speaking of my future greatness
Others padlocked my mouth and bottled my soul telling me my opinion was not meant to be heard
So I got a little older constantly struggling to free to be heard
Not understanding how this could be my life yet I had no choice in the path that has been chosen
So I'm stuck screaming to be heard to be respected to be asked what I want
Struggling to let my voice be heard
But after all why would it matter since I'm only meant to be see and not heard
