My voice.
Everyone wants to hear,
My voice.
But my voice is quiet.
Almost silent.
People.
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
No
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
Quiet
That’s what I was
Now
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’