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.