Shelf Life

This is an re-do, I cut out a few stanzas, Lynn and Vernon: you guys were right, it kind of dragged. Is this an improvement?

Shelf Life

Tired of living the shelf-life
Like a porcelain doll ready to break,
Tired of being seen and not heard,
Tired of my opinions don’t matter,
And I should just keep quiet.
I’m tired of ‘Yes Ma’am’
And ‘No Sir’,
And ‘No, I’ll just sit in the corner.’

It’s time, for once, to speak out,
To speak up,
To be heard.
For once, I will raise my voice,
Make others listen,
And understand.

I was scared of the life,
That I could have,
If only I reached for it,
But I recoiled in the corner,
Blending in with the background,
Becoming just another wallflower.
I was shy, I was quiet,
And for all the world knew,
I was alone.

For one at so young an age,
I felt like I had the world on my shoulders.
I could have opened up,
I could have cried out,
Could have shouted,
“Listen to Me!”
“For once, please-“
“Listen.”

Here and now, this will change.
No more will I sit on the shelf,
Out of reach,
Out of touch.
No more will I keep thoughts
To myself.
I’m climbin’ down from that shelf,
I don’t care if I chip my porcelain,
For once, I’m coming out of the shadows,
And I’m going to shout,
At the top of my lungs,
“Listen to me!”


Hope you liked the theme, it's true, too. For the first 11 years of my life, I never vented my problems to anyone, kept it in, about to explode. Hope you like it, thanks for reading, and reviews (nice but helpful, of course!) are always hugely appreciated.