Voice

Sitting in this room
all I can hear is wind
thinking of lyrics that make a mend
a change in my life.
dynamic can't resist
procrastination taking over the world
so little time so much to do
wondering if the world will really end
only 18 just a days few
the empty swings may have a tune
wanting rain so I may dance in the grass
don't really care what people think
anger in my head eager in my heart
made the be the kind, the kind with no mind
now standing in the empty doorway dark and cold
figure of a stereotype not fitting in
screaming so loud may loose the voice
the voice that once was the only voice heard.