Let Me

Your ears drown in the noise of this unknown crowd.

Stuffing you with their words but you are never tired of listening.

Losing your identity slowly as one feeds off you.

Having you in their lives is just a want, honey.

But what do they know about need?

The need to be heard. The need to have you. The need to show you that you are felt.

How long will you save your trust?

How long will you hide in this materialistic dust?

I see what's behind your walls.

You are being heard by me without you speaking.

I see you now.

I see all of you.

So let me.