You hear but you don't listen to me
You look but you don't see
I don't talk so I scream at the notes
Wonder why?Cuz the caged birds sing
I'm not wise,still full of quotes
I don't yell screaming is my thingI'm out of this world looking in
That's how I became a writer
I did good and I did sin
Pull inside this outsiderWorlds created buy my deeds
But what all of this means
Is it bad or good
I ask the past-"Should or could?"