A Message to Me

Knock knock.  Hello? Is anybody there?  Can you hear me?

It's me...YOU.

I. Am. You...

I am the person who tries to come out in the morning as you get dressed.

I am the image you see in the mirror but instead you suppress me to fit in with your friends.  Or should I say...PRETENDS...

I am here.

You...are here.

I am here, even though you color over me with makeup, and dress me in the latest syles because some one else who refuses to see themselves told you it was cool.

I scream and scream and scream until my lungs quiver shouting "WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?!"

I know better!  I see better!  I can make you...better... 

You WILL listen to me!

Even if I have to creep in your dreams and sneak in your mind-numbing fits of concentration...you. WILL. listen!

I am trapped in the confines of the mind of a person who refuses to let themselves be...HEARD.

I AM your spoken word.

I am the laughter that flows from your lips when you try to hold back, but the sound still slips.

I am the words that flow to the pen from your fingertips.  

But still, I am not heard.

Tell me...is there some..."magic word"?

I bang on your brain and pray that one day you'll...LISTEN.

Because you see, when you listen...

I mean REALLY listen...

That's when you will be able to see.

That's when you will finally be.

That's the precise moment when YOU. YES...YOU....

You...I....Me...

YOU....WILL...HEAR....me....

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