The Unspoken Voices
The glances, the people, the murmuring of voices
Their thoughts are amplified, their eyes are narrow
The hole in my back burns as their eyes follow with spite
Something is wrong here, something is not right
Whispers gather making a vile whine
Echos resinate within the invisible walls
They think I don't hear the wailing sound
But with their words, in these chains I am bound
Tightly they are clamped, thrown around my neck
The chains they think I don't see
So tight, I bleed, so tight, I can't breathe
With my heart in my hands, I offer and grieve
Battered and bruised I await the next blow
In the horror of their unspoken words, I scream
Their judgments have made me broken and lame
I lay in the residue of emptiness and shame
They've broken my body, ripped apart my soul
With their thoughts so loud, they have taken control
I watch my heart grow bitter and die
It shrivels to nothingness as I lay to proud to cry.
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