The Music of Unspoken Words- Rough Draft

The voices echo inside my head.

I’m being silent,

But the thoughts crescendo until they drown out the voices.

It’s like I’m standing on stage

With no crowd to listen.

I can faintly hear the rhythm in my head.

The orchestra around me is playing out their hearts,

Telling the world everything they have,

And the crowd breaks out into applause.

But me, I’m alone.

I’m screaming to the audience,

Craving to be heard.

I don’t have the melody tonight- no.

Not ever.

I’ll be playing in the background,

Never for anyone to listen,

But only myself.

If these four walls could talk,
they could ruin me.
They could have others lives, including mine, changed forever.
Many secrets have been shared between these walls,
only to have the walls be the barrior of the sound,
absorbing everything, waiting for a moment to share it all.
These four walls could point out all my flaws, better than I could.
They can see things at all angles,
when I only see straight ahead.
These four walls have seen smiles, tears, laughter, and insecurity.
If these four walls could talk,
they would be my enemy.

Thank you

Thanks for all the memories we shared,Thanks for all the smiles you gave,
Thanks for listening to what I have to say,
I couldn't ask for anybody more brave.

Thanks for taking me under your wing.
Thanks for accepting me for who I am.
Thanks for not caring about what anyone thought,
Especially what the opinions were of them.

Thanks for never leaving my side.
Thanks for always caring about my happiness.
Thanks for all the memories that are still to come,
and how just thinking about you leaves me stunned, breathless.