My screams are swept aside
deep within my anger hides,
fighting to be free from fear
fear of loosing what i hold dear,

my thoughts are my enemy
and time ignores me completely,
i sit here waiting for a hand
a sign of hope from around the bend,

but swept aside and forgotten at once
sitting here while they pass without a glance,
even my words are read and tossed out
but i choose not to pout,

Im going to get through with you or not
better on my own i cant be stopped,
i'll type my words and you will read
my soul is here so and i am freed.

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