Listen to me

Listen to me

Do you care?

Does it matter?

Can I hear how hard I am screaming?

Will I finally take action and responsbility

For my own life?

Stop feeding me your reality

When you are only judging

From a position of fear

Your voice is becoming weaker and weaker

In my ears

And believe me

If I have to walk away with nothing

But my sanity

I will do it

Because until I finally hear myself

Nothing changes

And nothing baring tender fruit

Can grow in a parched wasteland