Silent Symphony

Do you honestly believe
I am your muse?
To write and compose
The melodies of my agony
I’m not your sheet of music
My suffering is not
Your notes for you to choose
And to be honest
Only a man Of dishonor
And bad taste
Would conduct a symphony
Playing my tears of pain
Boasting his power
For the audience to applaud
How perfect you really
Believe your are
So go ahead
I beg of you
Play the melodies of your
Cowardly tune
Play till your hearts content
Play I beg of you till
Your fingers split
Trust me when I say
I’m not the one your
Humiliating today
Your words no longer
Serve me nor
Cut deep in my skin
Your attempts to control me
Scaring me to write
The melodies of my cries
Has came to its end
I’ll no longer bow down
I’ll no longer cave in
This time it’s my turn
I will write my own music
And play for everyone
To hear
My poetry you read
Is my silent symphony
Sharing my orchestra
Of feelings
Thoughts
Dreams
Fears
Broken heart
Laughter
And
Tears
Giving hope to those
Who've suffered the same fate
Letting others know
They're not alone
I too have fought
Destinies waves
My journey in life
Is my Muse
To write and compose
On the white blank sheets
The music of My
Poetrys silent symphony
Exposing my best
And my worst
Until the day
The silence of my voice
Is finally heard

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