Choco Baby

Dreams,
dreams,
when we had just started things.

it was my only outlet.

so when you weren't around,
i had something to do.

and then it became an obsession.

so the tears flow,
so the wind blows.

so the time goes by,
and so the lady with the pink parasol
walks away,
with the grace and poise of a beautiful ballerina,

and the gentleman hums,
the lovely song of which
they had grown to love,
and said goodbye.

the child sings
for all to hear:

for now,
for now,
i can't seem to talk,

i had locked myself in.
unable to breathe,

can't even shout,
can't even cry,

the hurt that they did,
no one knows,

the things they say,
the words they use,

have made me so confused,
i try to cry,
i try to plead,

they don't see anyone else,
only themsleves.

so sorry for them,

so sorry,
yet everyone else smiles.

mayeb they're the ones crying inside,
the ones that won't be noticed.
the ones that are gonna die screaming,
but won't be heard.