Sydney Range

I feel restrained


I feel scared


Scared to speak


Scared of the trouble it might cause me


To tell the truth


To feel alienated




Why must I be put in this position?


I did not ask to be, yet now it seems like my mission


Just want to scream, but my anger seems misguided


When did silence get so quiet?


A constant confrontation of what is wrong and what is right


I lie awake in bed at night


Trying to answer the question of


Do I continue to be a mockingbird without its wings?


Or do I become a part of the third that cut the withholding strings?