Singing for the world,
looking at passers by.
On the outside I burn brightly,
but I'm drowning deep inside.
Enclosed in a rusty cage,
being jeered at by my demons,
suddenly THEY judge me,
when I start screaming.
I'm told to hold my chin up
and appreciate my home,
but surely that shouldn't mean
I completely ignore the reality and problems of my own?
A woman hands her child a coin,
and he flicks it in my face.
The woman laughs and
the child claps,
my first "reward" today!
I want to act and dance and sing,
something to express myself.
Yet most people make me into something
I'm not ridiculing my personality, esteem and self.
Alone I stand,
strumming my strings,
my throat is sore,
and my fingers sting.
Emotions find sanctuary,
behind brown eyes glistening.
Everyone can hear me,
but no one is listening......
