A hand jester is worth a thousand words.
One uses their hands to speak,
to voice their feelings,
to show they care.
A thought in time, flashing by your face.
A sound you may not hear,
motions you may not remember.
But an emotion runs through your veins,
chills run down your back,
your thoughts over run your frustration.
Why can't this be easier,
why can't you just feel this,
open your eyes please
and listen to me speak.
At least watch the tears role down my cheek,
look into my eyes if you can not understand.
Emotions are shown through more then voice,
I shouldn't need you to hear me speak as you do.
Just understand me now,
a hand jester is worth a thousand words,
one uses their hands to speak,
to voice their feelings,
to show they care.
I just need you to hear my fears...
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