I sit here quietly and wonder
Why can't I be like them
A wonderful, beautiful, shining gem
Why am I just thrust to the back
A boring, lifeless, dull black
Why is my voice always last to be heard
Why do I never say a word
Why am I always left out
Quiet and lifeless with nothing to shout
No one notices me in the back of the crowd
Just because I'm not crazy or loud
I stand to the side as everyone is noticed
Because try as I might I just can't show it
But do I choose not to say a word
Do I want my voice not to be heard
Or was this the frame chosen for me
So my picture, my life
Can never be free
Bur really, why was this chosen....
For me?
