Sometimes it’s hard for me to speak.
The words’re caught in my throat.
It seems my mouth needs a little tweak
to get back on the right road.
But even when the words are proper;
my voice is still quite small…
I’m treated like a silly pauper
and I’m never heard at all.
The people all around me shout.
They’re laughing; having fun.
And all I do is sit; left out
and wait until they’re done.
But even when I have my chance,
and they finish their little game…
I stand so stiff while they all dance…
And I’m quiet all the same.
I look upon the stars each night
and wish for just one thing.
I want to turn this poem I write
into a voice, my everything.
And one day I do know I will
stand and speak these words.
But for these little moments still,
I’m silent like youngling birds.
- Author: Anna (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 20th, 2012 01:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Haven't seen you all in a while. Yes, this poem is a little about me, because I have always been quite quiet and weak willed. And even though I'm changing, I felt the need to write this :) Also, I know there are a few awkward wording and some things aren't on beat... Yeah, I didn't put a lot of effort into it, but ehhh. Anyway, thank you, everyone. And I know it's a little late to say this, but Happy Christmas and hope you had an amazing New Year of 2012.
- Category: Reflection
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