I know I'm talking
I can hear the sound of my voice
But it makes no impression
Their expressions stay the same
Are they doing it on purpose?
Or has it become habit?
Are they not even aware anymore?
It wasn't always this way.
I've let things slide
Made excuses for their heartache
But now it's my heart that's heavy
My soul that's suffocating.
I look around at where once was calm
And now is chaos
And wonder why I am ignored
Why I hold no weight anymore.
Then I realise it is my own doing
I have to stand up and be counted
I'm older than they are
I am the one in charge
I just have to get it back.