Prologue

how can you hear
my inner voice if
you refuse to listen
my single whisper?

how can you
understand what i
feel if you don't allow
me to speak a word?

how can you know
my thoughts if you
don't even read the
letters i wrote?

how can you know
the other chapters
of the book if you
can't even flip the
first page?

how can you?

for i longed to be heard,
to be understood, and
to be read by you
at least-

even just for once.