What we are

Who are we.
Where we silence our own voices.
Lend our minds to the choices
That we touch fragmented in the mirror.
Against the broken glass
I drop
The lonely need of wanting to be free.
What bird am I that lends itself to be
I am me.
Let me be.
Let me fly. Let me weep. Let me laugh let me cry.
Let me learn to say goodbye
What we are.
Who are we.
Let our voices set us free
Who are you.
What is me?
Against the silence.
I am lonely.