My Voice

February 21, 2018
By Anonymous

My voice.
Everyone wants to hear,
My voice.
But my voice is quiet.
Almost silent.
They want to know my views
My passions
My feelings,
But I don’t really know how I feel
They expect greatness
A greatness I don’t have
Yet they push it
Every single day
They want the best for us
They just want the best
It doesn’t matter if that’s not who I am
They’ll make who I am
Even when I lose all resemblance of myself
That’s what I was
I’m still quiet
But I’m not even speaking on the inside anymore
They wanted something out of me
Someone I wasn’t
Now I’m gone
But you’re still going
Trying to make something outta nothin’

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