Perception

Who am I supposed to be?

And that's the thing about me

I am an empty book

So many words left unspoken

Because there's apart of me you took

The part that's supposed to tell me to raise my voice when threatened

The part that's not supposed to keep me suppressed into the shadows

A part of me taken years and years ago

But that's okay

You don't see me now but you will

For after every dark and draining storm comes a bright and radiant new day