I am a quiet girl who dances her
words.
Hearing the conversations around me envelope my
thoughts
Feeling their stares burn into me,
There every word branding across my body.
I feel the pain of each burn and carry it.
It followes me everywhere; that thing that keeps me tied down and
keeping my words blank in my head
...Just sitting there wanting to come out...
...Somehow they need to come out...
I try to speak but my
words slur and nobody listens.
...They never listen..
Because I am just the quiet girl use to being
hurt.
who isn't important.
School ends.
Driving to the studio
Each burn still killing me with
pain..
each step up the stairs I die a little more and then I'm
there
It all falls off
The pain
And I dance my words into somthing beautiful
..intrecate
in design..
And for just a moment I feel just as important as everyone
else
But in reality I'm just a quiet girl..
A quiet girl who dances her
words.
