The Mime of Crow

Take my lips from me, steal my teeth Rip my voice from my throat Throw a wrench at my voice box, there's no point in the lock Sorry for being abrupt, carrying this halfway through a morning tune But this needed to be said, this needed to be addressed So let me dress down my chaotic steps Cover up my distress and give access to the grievance I possess Why have I been given a voice to speak Why have I opened my mouth to let these words flow around me A hurricane of verbs, nouns, sentences abound A colorful world of a mystic surround sound, whirlwinds of letters floating like people in a crowd Stellar this description is while dull is what my presence gives I only vent to assume, I have no clue With what I say I don't mean to come off so construed, a knotted ball of yarn Practically I'm Niagara Falls, I can talk enough for an entire classroom Wait don't reach for the remote and put me on....mute Too late? So soon? What does it matter, you can't hear me Won't hear me, refuse to hear me Hear me, hear me, hear me, HEAR ME! Outrage, this is an outrage Why give me a voice I wish to shout for all to hear Why give me at all a wish, a desire to give my tiny little voice to have a famous sort of push, a famous sort of notoriety In writing, in videos, in public opinion when the public consensus is obscurity When my own mother ignores me Like I'm just a fly buzzing around the car Do you know how many countless stars I begged, pleaded, stood defeated on endless nights to berate the Gods' to find some light in me to shine so bright And this is what I receive: A wish come true Glory to up above, they gave me what I wanted; parents on Christmas day What they neglected to mention to me, what they neglected to say to me was my attempts are fruitless A farmer watering barren soil Proof my attempts prove that I have no business trying if what I try ends up in failure And it's not me, you can't say it's me All I choose to pursue, I do so with impeccability I do so with confidence, I do so with earnest optimism I do so with a goal in mind, a goal to achieve Yet my goals proceed to allude me, proceed to chase me away As all ears fall deaf on the words I try to annunciate All ears fall deaf as I proceed to produce words to further the future I can only write with agitated tone I'm 21 now, I don't want to be discovered while I lay covered by ashes and ten feet of dirt & tears I've always been a step behind the curve and now I'm a step behind an era who refuses to read Who refuses to... I swear I am a mime in the middle of the street Attempting to be entertaining, attempting to challenge the mystery of human life with pure interpretation But no sound comes out as I put myself in soundproof glass Scratching and clawing at disillusioned walls which bleed with me as I can't breathe from this suffocation of being the only one to hear my own words fluently So like most with big city dreams, you either choose the west or the east to succeed But I'm only a small town believer So I guess off I go to the west coast for love and opportunity Hoping her ears aren't the only pair to care, hoping her ears aren't treating me like a static lullaby