Shead a dry tear for me

I feel stronger not listening to you, those stupid voices calling behind me as i make my way to where ever i wish to go. Silence is a rare gift in my school days, but the noises i hear are joyfull there for i am to, but there's something i dont understand with you oh stupid voice calling behind me ...

No i dont understand Why you have to call in such a mean tone, i wish to know Why you cant hold your tounge and smile instead, just smile and accept my being, my face me for me ? Is it really that hard to embrace ? I think not.

I rarely speak back to you, reflecting with the same mean tone you used to call me with i do so to draw the line, you shouldnt be unkind, i drew it and you crossed it just to agrevate me with your pressence. Sure its in un another language, that mean tone of yours but just as cutting to my soul, you wish to bleed me dry. But Im afraid your words dont go that deep, yes they cut open the already existing wounds, but never deeper in.


I feel stronger not listening to you, those stupid voices calling behind me ~

//J.D