TogetherWeDream

Being a bit crooked,
          In a straight world,
          Isn't the easiest thing to try and live with.

No matter of what label society has given you,
          If you respect me,
          I will respect you.

My pen is a knife,
          The paper is my skin,
          Maybe if you listened,
          I wouldn't have let the pressure win.

The worst kind of tears are the silent ones.  The ones in the middle of the night which just flow freely down the skin so silently you could hear a pin drop.  The silent cries for help, but the thing is, is that their not really cries, they're more like faint whispers. I'm a whisperer.

Those who aren't free are forced to tell their story, in pure silence. No longer can they live free, no longer can they be happy. The longer the silence is, the longer the pain grows.