lil'one

my thoughts
Ad 2:
2002-01-15 02:01:29 (UTC)

Voice


I hear a voice, but I don’t see where it’s
Coming from.
This voice is a low muffle now, I can hear
It better.
The voice is getting louder it some calling for
Help.
This voice is screaming for someone to listen to
it. This voice is saying stop making me feel like
I’m 7, I’m 17 and you never listen to me, you hear
Me but you don’t listen!
My voice is small to you it doesn’t matter what I have
To say Right!
But you tell me that I’m all grown up now that I’m not
That little kid you once had.
That I’m now a young adult. You tell me that
It’s time to express myself. But when I do
“Express” myself, you get pissed and tell me how IM
Still that little 7 year old kid, how I’m not a young adult
so stop acting liking it. How I need to stop trying to grow
up so fast.
But the truth is that you can’t cope with me growing up.
That the child you carried for nine-months, watched go
through school, babied when I got hurt, cleaned my cuts and
watched me become this young adult.
And you can’t handle that you, you can’t deal with the fact
I really don’t need to depend on you. That I am no capable
Of doing things on my own.
Or maybe you fill hurt, cause I turn to my friends first
before
I come to you. So now we argue, and you tell me that my
opinion doesn’t matter.
And that little voice that I could only once hear, everyone
Can hear it. They hear the screams and the crys. And they
say nothing. Then I realize that no one understands my
suppressed feelings.
For 10 years I have held it in. Deep inside my head almost
to the point that I forgot about it. Its been put in a box
and hidden from the world.
But not anymore everyone will hear my voice.
And if you or anyone else doesn’t like what I’m saying
That’s to bad. This voice will be heard. Whether what I’m
saying is good or bad, it will be said. No more suppressed
feelings or emotions.
I think it’s about time that I become the young adult that
you always speak of. So don’t get angry if the things I say
to you hurt. Try to understand, try and remember what it
was like to be 17 and have no one hear you.
And if you forgot what its like then you forgot the point
of living. You forgot how to live in the moment. Instead
you’d rather live by the week and watch life go by. But as
long as I am a teenager and you don’t remember what it is
like then we will not get along. So once you remember, that
is when we will get along.
But now this voice is done speaking but only because what I
have said is all that I need to say. Well at least for now,
but remember what I sad and don’t try to suppress my voice
ever because the next time it wont be calm it will be in
anger

If any teens can relate email me at
[email protected]


I hear a voice, but I don’t see where it’s
Coming from.
This voice is a low muffle now, I can hear
It better.
The voice is getting louder it some calling for
Help.
This voice is screaming for someone to listen to
it. This voice is saying stop making me feel like
I’m 7, I’m 17 and you never listen to me, you hear
Me but you don’t listen!
My voice is small to you it doesn’t matter what I have
To say Right!
But you tell me that I’m all grown up now that I’m not
That little kid you once had.
That I’m now a young adult. You tell me that
It’s time to express myself. But when I do
“Express” myself, you get pissed and tell me how IM
Still that little 7 year old kid, how I’m not a young adult
so stop acting liking it. How I need to stop trying to grow
up so fast.
But the truth is that you can’t cope with me growing up.
That the child you carried for nine-months, watched go
through school, babied when I got hurt, cleaned my cuts and
watched me become this young adult.
And you can’t handle that you, you can’t deal with the fact
I really don’t need to depend on you. That I am no capable
Of doing things on my own.
Or maybe you fill hurt, cause I turn to my friends first
before
I come to you. So now we argue, and you tell me that my
opinion doesn’t matter.
And that little voice that I could only once hear, everyone
Can hear it. They hear the screams and the crys. And they
say nothing. Then I realize that no one understands my
suppressed feelings.
For 10 years I have held it in. Deep inside my head almost
to the point that I forgot about it. Its been put in a box
and hidden from the world.
But not anymore everyone will hear my voice.
And if you or anyone else doesn’t like what I’m saying
That’s to bad. This voice will be heard. Whether what I’m
saying is good or bad, it will be said. No more suppressed
feelings or emotions.
I think it’s about time that I become the young adult that
you always speak of. So don’t get angry if the things I say
to you hurt. Try to understand, try and remember what it
was like to be 17 and have no one hear you.
And if you forgot what its like then you forgot the point
of living. You forgot how to live in the moment. Instead
you’d rather live by the week and watch life go by. But as
long as I am a teenager and you don’t remember what it is
like then we will not get along. So once you remember, that
is when we will get along.
But now this voice is done speaking but only because what I
have said is all that I need to say. Well at least for now,
but remember what I sad and don’t try to suppress my voice
ever because the next time it wont be calm it will be in
anger

If any teens can relate email me at
[email protected]


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