Rage filling up inside me

The need to speak out

But my tounge creeps into the corner

No words come out

Low voice is all they can hear

A whisper to everyone else's ears

Never daring to turn up the notch.

Always on the run of work

Glueing my eyes to the paper

Getting used by my peers

Letting myself

Smiling like it's alright

Never hatching my egg

And being free...