Hastily spoken words,

fall on deaf ears.

Recalling afterwards,

seeming absurd, reignigting my fears.

Ignored, purposefully or not,

the knife still twists in my heart.

Behind it, is there a reason? I...am not sure.

But it, manifest a pain, for which there is little cure.

A pain others create, though...they...don't know.

The words I have spoken, falling into shadow.

Hiding in the air, their existence known.

But not made aware, their presence not shown.

Spoken loud, and drifting over.

Like a cloud, but fading to a whisper.

So, here I sit, in silence,

and await the day,

to it, of my defience, 

so shall the sun cast down it's rays.

The shadows be gone, 

my words made visible.

And from that day on, 

my voice, will invincible.