Words

To many people this paper means hardly anything And the ink used to write this means almost nothing Yet the words and what they represent, what they hold The power of these ideas and feelings; something to behold However a cruel fate has been bestowed upon me My words go unnoticed when that's all they're meant to be If people don't listen, then my words barely mean something My ideas, my feelings don't exist and I mean nothing This is the harsh reality I must accept. In the end I remain silent, unheard- no hope Who I really am, a secret forced to be kept Perhaps I will finally be heard with the help of a rope.