I want to grow patience

Plant the seed and wait for it to breath

But I can't wait


I'm sitting in the back row, screaming at the debate,

knowing the talkers are talking,

and the walkers are walking,

but no one is cris-crossing the T's

No one is watching as I bleed


My thoughts pour out

And the shouting continues

My heart pumps out

And the shouting continues

My life gives out

And the shouting continues


It's that constant debate,

soaking up all the hate,

making it look like I was nothing but a mistake


It's all so loud,

arrogance controlling the proud,

whilst I sit here shivering,


at the heart of the crowd.

The End

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