They're those who are screeming to be heard
And many even dreaming to no longer be abhorred
Wishing if only someone would stop or pause, to eventually understand them
But, instead of comprehension it became an understimation
And foeget it , it's an understatement
Perhaps if they would listen with their eyes and magically gain the interpretation
hidden in human lives instead of ignoring their cries
Yet hoping to be loved and not simply tolerated
wanting deeply to express their inner voice shuttered ,in its whispers,
locked down and inflicted .It's long Perservation but not cohesive .
Attempting to connect to their creativity to only find someone that trashed it
To then Colleccting it and putting adhesive. Yet running and racing
to escape the turmoil that's been abusive. It's endless road had lead to no relationship.
And the lack of affection has led to depravation. Forcing them in a path of abomination
And hoping to desensitize rythms and systems of it's organizations