• Do they hear
    Anything I say
    Or am I just a blank wall
    Waiting for color?

    They walk around aimlessly
    Yet I have an aim
    They might as well be transparent
    For I can see through their phony façade

    They push me and push me
    Until I am barely holding onto the edge
    One day, though, they will see
    How truly capable I am of tightening my grip
    Onto that edge which they call life

    So spare me, oh gentle guardians of nothing
    For you have served me with bitterness
    And the occasional dose of hurt
    Sprinkled with absence and lost dreams

    I may sit alone, but I am not alone
    The children of the silence will rise
    Then you will see what silence is
    Which is nothing but pain and obscurity

    So now you hear me
    But do I hear you?
    No.
    You shall wallow in your fuliginous silence
    Begging for the gift of speech

    But no one will answer
    Because you never heard them
    Nay...
    You never wished to hear them.