Empty.
A dull, mis-colored penny in the dirt that that no one will pay attention to,
I was a vacuum sucking in everyone elses’ emotions except for my own.
Trapped in a cage alone.
Nothing but my thoughts to keep me company,
And let’s be honest, those were like that annoying uncle that always stayed too long,
Telling boring stories about his youth; nobody cared to hear them.
Though they were poems in themselves that could not fathom themselves into stanzas;
My pen weeps ink for those that go unheard.
I never understood why the caged bird sung songs that fell on deaf ears.
You might as well tear off its wings,
It will struggle to remember what wind feels like,
It will never be free,
But I will still sing!
My flat lullaby’s will tuck me in at night,
And I will dream of a place where everyone is deaf.
Communicating only with emotions and eyes painted with tears,
Our fears will be on our sleeves,
And no one will have to say goodbye when another leaves,
It’ll be understood that they will be missed.
But eventually, I will have to wake up to a world that only notices when people smile.