A Poem and other things I did when I should have been studying for my test...

Listen

I stand in a dark room,
with nobody to be found.
I scream at the top of my lungs,
but there is no sound.
People are trying to fill my head,
with thoughts that are not my own.
From these experiences,
I have grown.
I can think for myself.
I have opinions too.
Why can you hear me?
The world isn't about you.
I want to be heard.
I want to be known.
I want the freedom,
to have my own voice.
My opinions do matter.
My thoughts are unique.
Why do you try to repress them?
What kind of condolence do you seek?
The world isn't only black and white.
The world comes in many different colors and hues.
There are reds, pinks, purples, greens, and some blues.
I want to be heard,
for my ideas alone.
I just want to be heard.
I want to be heard.

Well that was it. Till next time...

With love,

Meghann