Waiting To Be Written

Waiting To Be Written by Jenna Kandyce Linch

Sometimes we find ourselves walking through life in a trance
Thinking that gone is our opportunity to have another chance.
Our reflections stare back at us as if to say is this really me
Since we hide so many things, the real us no one gets to see.

We're constantly told to suck it up and be tough
Of hearing about letting go and forgetting we've had enough.
Imprinted on our minds are memories of hell we managed to survive
Doesn't anyone see that we're fortunate we made it out alive?

Yet each day our feelings we mask
The automatic response we give is we're fine when they ask.
Judging us if they knew the truth is what we fear
What's wrong with you is something we just don't want to hear.

Standing of life's stage, we feel we're only part of an act
Often performing fiction that hides so much fact.
Most of the scenes never change for they're stuck on repeat
As we flip through the script, different roles we meet.

When the show's over, we bow in response to the audience's applause
The curtain falls and we wish we could put everything on pause.
Nobody knows about the backstage life we lead
How from this life of pain we want to be freed.

Yet by society it seems our lives are dictated
If we don't abide by their rules, then we're left out and not counted.
Our true identity they try to steal
No wonder we question what in our lives is real.

Just to be ourselves is a battle we daily fight
Brainwashed and blinded by lies, whatever they're told people recite.
We're taught to hide emotions like we're not allowed to feel
That's why many horrifying secrets no one will reveal.

People focus on themselves, hoping to gain acceptance
They fail to notice those hurting who live in silence.
Long after the abuse is over, we survivors suffer from the scars
Sadly nobody wants to hear about or acknowledge our memoirs.

Our lives we shouldn't have to live in fear
It's ok to release and let go, shedding more then one tear.
We endure more pain when the truth we hide
For no matter if we keep silent or speak out, what happened can never be denied.

Ignoring what others say, our own paths we must follow
Out there waiting is always an open window.
The journey at times will be rough but we must not be discouraged
In time we shall find healing for the parts of us that have been damaged.

We may be nothing more then broken in society's eyes
But our lives we're out to revise.
The future they say belong to those who believe
Well, by uniting and standing together, we've seen the great things we achieve.

Life always offers us another chance
Being positive and open-minded we just need to learn the steps to a new dance.
Let them talk, saying to nothing will we ever amount
Since when did their opinions of us start to count?

We are who we are and that's something they can't be
They'll never possess our inner beauty.
Standing on our own feet, from them we are independent
No more can they restrain us, keeping us silent.

We walk off the stage of their play
The script they wrote for us we throw away.
Now the authors of our own lives, we're writing fact not fiction
Setting out in a different direction, we have a new script waiting to be written.


'Waiting To Be Written' Copyright © Jenna Kandyce Linch