Silent

Accusation, Accusation, Accusation

What a word with revelation

Saying something without proof

Emotions strike up the roof

The hell with make-believe stories

In no way to even feel sorry

Bring out your own crap

Mind treating others like a scrap

You know you're not a writer

Not even worth like a kicker

How does it feel to be the real garbage?

Can't rectify your own carriage

Even if you feel you won like now

Don't even think it will last somehow

Nothing clout the true meaning of silence

It can be powerful as reverence

We both know who sees the truth

Anger and hate you'll bear like a fruit

For the pain and tears that you send

Its HE up there, who will tend.