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"What Gives You The Right?"
Do I have a voice?
If I do, why doesn't anyone listen?
They say I do this,
They say they saw me do that,
The call me this and that...
Some people don't say anything at all,
But at the beginning.
Then they start listening,
But to the things others say.
What happened to me?
Why doesn't anyone listen?
Don't I have a voice?
I guess not.
But I want to say something,
To defend myself.
But it seems no one wants to listen.
They're only hearing one side of the story.
Doesn't my side matter?
Is it only a one sided story?
No, it's not.
But yet, all they do is listen to one side.
And believe it, without caring to hear mine.
I have no voice.
My side of the story has no value.
Just like my feelings,
As they get trampled over.
My hurt is deep.
Hidden under the anger from all this unfairness.
People are cold; they talk behind my back.
And when others listen, they only add more things to that.
Saying I'm this, that I'm that, that I don't actually care...
WHY ARE YOU ALL SPEAKING FOR ME?
Yes. I made a mistake.
I know I messed up...
But haven't you ever made a mistake before?
Haven't you ever messed up?
I'm human; I'm not perfect.
But neither are you.
So what gives the right to judge me,
For something I did wrong?
What gives you the right to talk about my mistakes,
When you too have made mistakes before?
What gives you the right?!
If I do, why doesn't anyone listen?
They say I do this,
They say they saw me do that,
The call me this and that...
Some people don't say anything at all,
But at the beginning.
Then they start listening,
But to the things others say.
What happened to me?
Why doesn't anyone listen?
Don't I have a voice?
I guess not.
But I want to say something,
To defend myself.
But it seems no one wants to listen.
They're only hearing one side of the story.
Doesn't my side matter?
Is it only a one sided story?
No, it's not.
But yet, all they do is listen to one side.
And believe it, without caring to hear mine.
I have no voice.
My side of the story has no value.
Just like my feelings,
As they get trampled over.
My hurt is deep.
Hidden under the anger from all this unfairness.
People are cold; they talk behind my back.
And when others listen, they only add more things to that.
Saying I'm this, that I'm that, that I don't actually care...
WHY ARE YOU ALL SPEAKING FOR ME?
Yes. I made a mistake.
I know I messed up...
But haven't you ever made a mistake before?
Haven't you ever messed up?
I'm human; I'm not perfect.
But neither are you.
So what gives the right to judge me,
For something I did wrong?
What gives you the right to talk about my mistakes,
When you too have made mistakes before?
What gives you the right?!
Published 24th Sep 2010
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24th Sep 2010 6:28am
I wrote this last year. I was pretty mad when I wrote this (as you can probably tell).Some people would call this venting though. And in a way it was. Tell me what you think.
24th Sep 2010 8:10am
27th Sep 2010 3:57am
