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I sit in a closed wooded house...

Wishing, If only you could hear my thoughts..

I hide in a corner wishing..

You could hear the way I really feel.

So many times the voices you hear are not mine..

Though they may from time to time escape..

So many times its not me that you hear..

Though they may sometimes have a simular tone..

If only you could hear and see the real me..

To hear what really goes thru my head..

Though it may never hit my lips..

It may never meet your ears to be heard..

I cry out from this corner so many times in a day..

The tears running down my face..

Nobody is here though..

I am alone in this corner of the closed wooded house..

I want to let someone know of the fear and the pain I must face day after day..

I have more of a fear though that no one will understand..

That if I speak I will not be believed..

Wishing that someone..

Anyone would listen closer to the words that can not be heard..

I ask that anyone please hear me now..

Hear the cries for help..

Listen closely to the whispers that come from the closed wooden house..

If you please listen closely and the truth will be heard..

It will be the that you hear me..