Speaking into a broken microphone makes me feel like a fool.

 

How can anybody hear me with my sweet soft spoken voice?

 

I release a magical vibe a wicked connection that encounters the hearts of the chosen ones,

 

A rare breed that no one can seem to understand unless they are truly the open hearted ones. 

 

Speak to me, I demand your full attention.

 

Taking control of my emotions is this my soul that hurts the most or is my limbic system not functioning correctly.

 

Who am I? The person that was brainwashed to be ordinary or someone that secretly is fighting a battle inside everyday.

 

So many good ideas that I produce to excel in life, but no one listens looks blankly then shoves it roughly under the floor.

Thoughts of confusing situations playfully dancing around in my head everyday trying to the hide the secret place inside my mind.

Cruel world don't stop me now please push me to fight harder when your venomous words are thrown my way.

This time I'm braver and ready to take action on my dreams.

Listen to me for the ones who put me down for being shy making it seem so bad.

I embraced it turning it into a beautiful soul that sores everyday to succeed in life.

Next time around I won't run instead, I will shout into that broken mic and it will not be with my words but with my stance of acceptance and success.

Sincerely, From the shy girl in the back corner no one took notice of.