I am the silent child, drowned by their sound,
Their voice is endless, mine's never found.
When I start to speak, they interrupt,
Their words flood, mines are shut.

I share my story, but they take the lead,
Rewriting my life, fitting their need.
They're in spotlight, attention to them,
I'm out of focus - silenced again.

So I stopped trying, learned to stay still,
Calming myself, ignoring my will.
I grew quiet, been titled as "shy",
My voice was stolen, as time passed by.

A mind full words, thoughts like a storm,
Screaming inside, but never reborn.
Loud and clear, they echo in me,
Trapped in my head, they'll never be free.

I've been cut off, thousands of times,
Until I gave up, covered the crimes.
I remain quiet, just out of sight,
A silent child, fading into the night.

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→ Gerade in der Weihnachtzeit während vieler Familien- und Verwandtentreffen, ist mir das Beschriebene wieder schmerzlich bewusst geworden. Ich hoffe inständig, dass es niemandem da draußen sonst so geht. Ich will nicht, dass jemand versteht, was ich meine, denn das wünsche ich keinem.