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....