Hands in my head
Reaching for my thoughts
'Cause they wouldn't dare me my privacy
I only faced ignorance
Wherever I went
And every word I spoke
Was gently taken care of
They put my sentences in a folder
Along with my emotions
They wouldn't spare me my mind
But the heartbeats couldn't tell
How painful it was
For I am normal
There's nothing wrong with me
Apparently I am okay
If my lungs would run out of air
Filled with soil instead
Thick dirt in my veins
Thick dirt running through my brain
And a buried mind somewhere
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