You People

I wondered if I was good.

If I could be relevant enough to be heard.

Or were my words as annoying as the smacking of the lips while eating.

I wondered..

If they could see me as clear as I see 

My flaws dripping beneath my courage

To almost be free

Of what you people believe. 

I whispered to myself 

Constantly. 

So that my ears heard in routine.

You're not what they believe.

You are what you prove yourself to be. 

The vision of your reality. 

Letters to them|Letters to you 

                     •Ariel•