Words

I can’t let you scream at me
for I don’t see your lips moving
the way you want me to move mine.
When you find the courage to do
what you want me to do
Then maybe I’ll listen.
Then I’ll let your words bore through my skull.
I’ll let you torment me for being a fool.
Which I know that I am anyway
but don’t forget that you’re one too.
Anyway, I know that I can’t speak.
I know that my lips will not move
for I am a fool.
Maybe I don’t want to be
Maybe I don’t even have to be
But I am, perhaps forever.
I’ve already lost so much, so many
for my lips will not move how you want them to.
So scream.
Scream as loud as you can.
I’ll try to listen if you do the same.
Maybe I can be convinced.
Maybe someday I’ll scream as well.