Visions

Soch sordid words have fallen

Into deaf ears

A mind ignored in

Swollen form

And without fear

Today I show my face

And whispers turn into screams,

Visions of what might have been and what will never be.

Conforming to rejection

And it's coexisting pain until abnormal is routine

And it's routine to tolerate.

The scars are imbedded lost in translation

Spoken too softly

Or maybe you didn't hear me

Carved in reflection

The beast in the beauty

Loathing and listning

Or maybe you weren't listening

So where

Will you run if the sky starts falling?

When your home is nowhere to be found?

Will you remain unscarred beyond

Relentless crawling when your world

Comes tumbling down?

Today I showed my face and whispers turned to screams

Visions of what might have been and what will never be

Cause and effect, and ignorance is bliss

Words can be weapons if that is what you wish

Pause an reflect with the blade at your wrist.

The silence is deafening and screams all of this!