Words flow out of me like a river.
Pages and pages I create. Yet, I still feel like they just wither.
No one pays attention to the words I say. They're too focused on arguing, changing my words to poison and pretending I'm a snake.
They pretend that I'm a bee and I've just stung them with shock.
But I'm not. No, I'm not.
I know I've done wrong, I know I've been bad. Stop telling me that you think you hear me, you can't just "think," you have to know!
These words aren't just for show.
They tell you who I really am.
PUT DOWN YOUR DAMN PEN AND START LISTENING!
Stop trying to change what I write! That's not right!
I give up, you win. Alright?
Stop... Just burn my words. I give up. Clearly, these words aren't enough.
I'm sorry that I wasn't enough.