Little Bird

Little bird,

Why do you sit and write those words?

You never speak

You never sing

You're voice is so pretty but you're never heard

So speak,

Little bird

What are you afraid of?

Why is the written word so easy for you?

Why is speaking so hard?

Sing! Little bird,

and let that voice be heard

I can't say anyone will listen,

But you have to try

This poem is about: 
Me

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