I know it doesn't completely fit in with raven, but I wrote it when I was depressed and it reminded me of her!
I fight to be heard,
but I always lose.
I scream to be seen,
but I'm always overlooked.
Can people hear my voice,
drowned by the rest?
Do people atempt to rest,
or is this my final test?
Should I fear,
that this is my last encounter with darkness?
That after these,
I lose to the nothingness.
While people who,
wish to hide,
are out in the open,
with no actual side.
Am I really evil,
or is that just a tale?
past down generations,
for hope for the dark ones?
Should I fear being seen,
if I have nothing to lose?
and if I win will I cry,
and let all hell lose?
I fight to be heard,
but I never choose,
the right path directly,
how about a truce?
With life at it's end,
and the fear consuming me,
can I actually beat,
an a thousand year profecy?
Is my voice worthless?
because I hear no sound.
