Today I’m trying to find my voice
My pen sliding around the paper
Making the words I’m too afraid to say
Daring the world to not accept me
For my voice, although far too small
Is writing who I can’t be
And the sad thing is that I’ve found my voice
Buried between these familiar horizontal lines
And just as if I say it,
I hear the words that I’m afraid of
The words that make me cower in fear
The words of reality
And of those who just don’t care
My pen sliding around the paper
Making the words I’m too afraid to say
Daring the world to not accept me
For my voice, although far too small
Is writing who I can’t be
And the sad thing is that I’ve found my voice
Buried between these familiar horizontal lines
And just as if I say it,
I hear the words that I’m afraid of
The words that make me cower in fear
The words of reality
And of those who just don’t care
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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