Who Are You?

These Broken, silent cries  
Hides what true pain is,
inside but why?
Cant I,
learn to teach them to use their mouth and open wide
fuck the insecurities
and never knew why we grow
but never fully into maturities
Broken ties
we still walk around,
scared to be, a rarity
"sacred music industry"
flashing around gang signs and vulgarity
but i use the words so freely
and primarily im the reason why
hypocrites are still alive
but then again.. who am I?
Another one who let their freedom die