Why it is This way

by Alice rider   May 2, 2017


People ask why im always quite and dont make a sound
People ask why im always alone and counseled
People ask why i dont ever talke or utter a sound
Its because no one sees me no one hears me no one ever glances at me.

I grew up this way trying to fight throw the dark trying to find the light. Trying to find a hand to pull me up.
Ive been pushed down thrown away to the point no one sees me.alone in the dark scared to shout and terrified to speek.

And people dare to ask why

Ive been shot down picked up to just be pushed down agine. No one cares. They say its a game something to pass time.
But in reality that person has so many pens and needles lodged in thier heart

Like a tv remote pushes mute they dont talk they dont laugh they dont show their emotions no more

This is what my life has fallen to abandon by the closes people I ever knew
And a iron heart so no one could hurt it no more

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