My Voice
Speak up child, speak up, but they could never hear me
Low and subtle, soft and lost
Where would it go when I needed it
My voice, my voice
Filling up with aggravation
Thundering, roaring at the world but not powerful enough
Hiding in fear, cowering
My voice, my voice
My thoughts spill out, I shout, piercing the world
Getting louder, and louder, and louder, they can hear me now
But still not loud enough, slowly sinking back
Talked over, I start to speak but nothing gets out
My voice, my voice
Never to be heard again
This poem is about:
Me