When I sing,
I put myself into a trance.
When sing, I can feel
The stress leaving my body,
My mind,
And my soul, Through the words that I sing.

But,
Sometimes it just adds
More stress than what it relieves.
I want to curl up
And hide when I sing in front of people.
I want to cower away
From the opportunity to show...
My talent

Though my family members
Encourage me, and try to lift
My slowly...
Sinking...
Spirit...
I still cower away when when I hear
Those little voices
In my head
Telling Me
I'm not
Good enough for My talent

I want to stand up to
Those little voices...
But they put me down
They crush my spirit
Almost to where there is
None...
Left

I want to go somewhere...
And feel like I belong there.
I don't want to have to act,
Like I'm somebody I'm not
Or something that isn't me

I want to show my talent
But I don't know how...
I want to show every little voice
I am good enough.
How I'm going to do that,
I don't know.

Now when I sing,
I hear the screams
And the shout's...
Of the crowd.
I start to let the words
Flow out of my mouth...
Silence.
I am good enough
And now..
The whole world knows it.