Mute was what I was perceived to be 
In all honesty though I'm quietly loud 
Talkative but the cat never seems to unhand my tongue
Or maybe I'm just lazy to move my lips
I'm blunt 

Never filter , fold or sugar-coat 
Since honesty is despised by the human race
They say I'm rude better yet disrespectful.
Yet question me intensively without fail then blame poor old curiousity .

Now I have to forcefully smile like I care as the rich do for charity
Upholding their reputation, swaying the poor , investment purposes 
Clarity!

Mad at me 
How could I let my words escape me 
Now I'm compromised
Need an escape 
As the right questions were shot with vile intentions and my tongue just had to slip at this instant
How convenient...
Is it?

Self destructive I'm a suicide on a mission 
Camera In every corner I wonder who let the dogs out?
Who let the wolves see the sheep?
Sirens wailing
Beep beep!

Blink and so flashes your life 
Let the river run as my pen bleeds
Them pages feed like vampires 
Empire short lived 
Gas crawling in the air 
As suffocation whoops my arse 
Clock ticking

The invasion of my lungs so dire
Critical barely stable 
The fire ignites 
My heart weeps 
As I almost succumb to nothing but dust 
Sun whipped and so pale my skin spells rust 
My heart beats slower or maybe not at all it's all crust 

Always been the weird punk but never picked on
Now I reside under the moon for there's no tan for this melanin 
Water denies me
Plants intoxicating 
Nowhere to hide never aging... 

By Awonke Zoya