scream until you can’t make a sound. write until you can’t even move your hand. make signals, show signs, use lights, or sounds. you can’t change a thing.
you won’t change anything.
you’re as useless as the rest of us. you can’t make a difference with just an honest voice. you’ll start off fine, then lose it all. the words will twist, and you’ll start to fall. you may be great, and special and true. but
nothing means a thing to anyone
anymore.
and all the heart in the world couldn’t get you a good score. you’re small, and weak, and you may know your stuff. but here in this world you will never be enough.
