We are the silenced
The ones with tape over our mouths
Those that are confused,
Because it wasn’t supposed to be this way.
We are the book with empty pages
The forgotten, neglected path,
The stream that dried up
Long ago.
We are the broken, the battered, bruised
The scourge, the complaint, problematic.
We are the unspoken, the unseen.
Unwanted.
We are nothing, nobody
Nil by mouth.
We are the ones who watch
Whilst others enjoy their lives,
Live out their day to day
Dramas. Loves. Kisses.
We are the ones untouched
Neglected.
We are the silence.

Lynne Wainwright.