MUTE

Reminiscence

The lack of common sense 

I used to think of popularity back then 

To put restraints on what I do 

To say my words are not acceptable  

Because they dont please you.

Then for me to bend to your will;

just to see a smile on your face

I must have been out my mind 

Displaced.

I now where my mental stimulation lies 

at a gravesite 

where people whose rawness turn conformed dies

In spite 

My words are not the same overtime 

Every time I compose composition 

I know now why my soul is not in it 

To have to volume of my voice turned down to your choice 

Adamant! 

As a puppet or servant 

my voice as stayed inside me 

Doormat.....

for this tough act.

Now for no reason, but believing;

at a boiling point - I am forced brash reaction 

UNMUTE