Tribute of Silence

If anyone of you may speak freely as you feel,
why must I remain still and not raise my voice?
Is my existence so shallow, denied of its right,
a shadow cast beneath another’s thought?

You cast your truth into the air, yet I'm told to shut up, too heavy to bear. Is freedom a gift for only the few, or must my quiet be tribute to you?

I spoke to correct, but blame turned my way, my words became daggers that ruined your day. What was meant as light was twisted to flame, and I am left to shoulder the fault alone.

My thoughts are weary, my spirit worn thin, too much to carry, too hurt within. A troubled mind can only rest, in quiet surrender, I find my best.