Roundabouts and Swings

So whose voice might be my voice?
Who got right inside my head?
And just who is making my choice?
Did they hear what I have said?

This role that they are playing
And their world view override
All the things that I am saying
And my voice will be denied.

And when I reclaim my voice,
When I’m shouting in the void,
Does it all just seem like white noise?
Do they say I’m paranoid?

The powers that be ignore me
When they meet behind closed doors,
Then they try to reassure me
Whilst they’re pointing out my flaws.

These endless fake discussions
Where my voice is never heard,
Have no point, no repercussions
And reality is blurred.

So many ways of hearing
What a person needs to say.
When your ego’s disappearing
You might find a better way.

To those who say they knew it,
That we’re seeking unwise things.
Maybe flip the way you view it.
It’s all roundabouts and swings.