Writers 
*The Echoes of My Heart*
Such pain roaming in my heart,
Ready to flow through any path,
But it's being tamed down
By a raging force from within.
Sometimes I wonder why I have to speak,
Cause even when I do, no word is heard.
My words like crops falling on hard ground,
Not even a flower would suffice.
I carry oceans behind my eyes,
Yet the world sees only quiet skies.
The weight I hold goes unnoticed,
While I smile just to keep the peace.
They say you're too reserved,
Finally, I get to speak,
Words start pouring out,
With any slight chance they get.
Misunderstanding sets in,
Not even given a chance to explain.
No one cares to lend an ear,
Talk more of hearing what I'm here to share.
They cut me off before I begin,
Label me loud when I finally win.
My truth gets lost in hurried air,
And I’m left standing, lonely there.
Which makes me hide in my shell,
Where I find comfort to heal,
But I'm still affected
By being isolated.
In that silence I build my walls,
Hoping someone hears when my heart calls.
The echo answers back to me,
A whisper saying “you’re not free.”
Should I ignore the words of my heart
And try not to act,
Or voice my opinion
And yet still be overlooked?