The lines on this paper
hold the thoughts never spoken
A High School student sleeping
dreaming the dreaded moment they're awoken

Dream for something new
sleep to let go
The thoughts never spoken
would make you go with the flow
You need to speak up
You need to share your story
Your relationship with the valued other would bring the truth to glory

The lines on this paper
hold the thoughts never spoken
They are the toxic cig that you
seem to always be smoken'
You need to stand up
You need to be strong
The person you are with needs
to know that they are wrong

You don't need this.
You deserve grace.
Let the valued other see
it upon your face

So stand up.
Show your stand.
That no matter the person on this
world
they should never hit you with their hand.