I'm sorry if this dialect isn't what you want to hear
I'm tired of walking on eggshells and living in fear.
Look me in the eyes and say these things to my face.
I know when you're lying; you're an utter disgrace.
This voice has been shut out, tired and strained.
Looking on the past I ask myself, "what have I gained?"
I yell to tell you what I feel.
But no one looks; it's as if my lips are completely sealed.
Please hear me out before it is too late.
I'm done with this silent debate.
