"UNSPOKEN"

Don't ask a question unless you want a confession.

I'm tired of all this aggression.

Don't you know my reputation?

Look at me, I'm not at my prime,

Just trying to pass time.

So I write a couple lines, and they say that's a crime.

They say I'm wrong, that I should stop singing my song.

Don't they know my words are tender?

Ain't playing games, ain't a sender.

I profess my love and confess my sins.

Yet am drowning in my own skin,

Trying so hard to be free,

Trying so hard to be me,

After years of going unseen.

Here I stand speaking my truth,

Telling my tale,

To those in the shadows,

Those unknown.

Cause I have outgrown,

The stage they reside,

The pain,

Unspoken.