Bohemian Ray of Sunshine

I count my mouth ulcers which multiplies everytime the truth is not spoken. My emotions are there to vent not a topic for you to debate. I speak truth for which I'm hated I don't speak at all for which I'm hated I hide the truth for which I'm hated. I'm awed, do you posses warehouses full of hatred? or a heirloom you inherited? Cease asking me to say when you aren't all ears. Cease asking me to stay when you are always leaving. You shout at my mutism, what pleasure thou get from noise? I'm not your puppet, I'll wail if you'd ask me  to halt crying. Been rebelling all my life from people like you, from people like me. Who allowed you to  point at my choices? It's not my problem,  but yours amour! What qualifies you  to deserve my kindness?       pc- Pinterest