Every time she open her mouth,

her voice trailed of

Her voice shakes like a train off the rails

It has been covered by other voices.

Screams that is not her own

used as a replica to quote an idea that is hers

But Her own voice has never been raised

Too much noise for her to hear it

But still she tries to be heard.

Her beloved ones misunderstood her

Many times.

They say what they don't know

Her insides say different

But still she won't let it be known

They can keep judging or assuming

What they think they know, it's not what it is

It's not how it supposed to be

It never was

And it will never be.

The thing is,

You speak from what you have been told from outsiders, not the insider

Maybe you think you know the truth, but the only truth is,

That you don't know her

Prays to the angels she'll one day let them in.

Some might say it will take a while,

But still,

you don't know her.

~ TINS ~