Mute

Who we are we cannot say,
It's our identity we keep at bay.
Oh, this is but a victim's plea,
You are not forever free.

Today we live in silence,
This, our only violence.
Who we are we say with no voice,
But, we have a choice.

We can be trapped in our minds,
Or, we can forever break from these binds.

Author's Note

Old poem of mine I found.