Sometimes it’s not about shouting,
It’s about what I have to say,
Words filled with such emotion they,
Come out the wrong way.
Sometimes it’s not about shouting,
Its then that I really need you,
My body limits the things I can do,
I need you just to get through.
Sometimes it’s not about shouting,
It’s just needing to be heard,
To know you hear every word,
I know that sounds absurd.
But sometimes is it about shouting,
An anger you just can’t grasp,
When you have a brain that knows the task,
With a body that just won’t do as its asks.
When prisons appear with your forgotten action, it is me that is left with the unfair sanction.
I ask not from want, but need, And I wish you understood what that means.
To watch the world spin as it does, and ask if only you could.
The life I have I can live, But I need you to give,
The time to me, only a little I swear, to prove to me that you care.
So I can live the life you lead. With the little care I need.
My life isn’t just about shouting,
But sometimes its all I have,
The reasons behind my words you don’t know,
I’m sorry, mum, and dad.