||A penny for these...

My thoughts.

White matter,
grey matter
What matters?
Sometimes I wonder.
I wanna shout!!
But I can't open my mouth.
I had a right...
The right to remain silent.
So I remain...
Detained for depression
Convicted for confusion
An inmate to inadequacy
A jailbird to jeapordy
Now I begin to sing
Like the cage bird.
It is not me , am not guilty.
But these thoughts.
These thoughts you read.
I have written them for thee.
A dime for yours.
But a penny for these.

Reviews

[Rosie Brooklin]

I love the alliteration you used! The last four lines really struck a chord with me, as well. Beautifully done! Very powerful

[S. S. Allen]

Gracias Rosie :)

[Rosie Brooklin]

De nada :)