"My Own"

My voice becomes cheerful,

When I feel happy,

My voice becomes loud almost piercing,

When I feel vulnerable and alone,

My voice raises when I feel threatened,

Raises like a thermostat sticking in a pot of boiling water,

My voice becomes quietest,

When I want a sense of security,

Security that I'm safe and loved,

My voice rarely gets heard,

My voice becomes an echo deep in an empty corridor,

My voice is not a Record,

A record that skips when it's untouched and Dirty,

My voice is more than a skipping song found on a CD,

When all the other ones are perfect,

My voice speaks pain,

Pain unwanted to feel,

Pain no one wants to speak,

A voice that began from abandonment,

A voice that began whispering in a blanket at night,

A voice that began talking to imaginary souls Souls believed to listen to me,

Sometimes they respond

Or it was just my own voice,

Or it was the voices of others,

My voice was weak weak like breaking bones, Bones so fragile the world doesn't wish to harm, My voice cracks when I'm betrayed,

Betrayal leaves a bitter taste in my mouth,

So bitter My voice becomes puckered and small,

Bitter like the taste of burnt toast ,

so bitter it's like charcoal,

My voice screams for help,

Help to make the pain bearable,

Help to make the pain dull,

My pain is something special,

My voice is something special,

So special it gets taken for granted,

My voice is powerful,

So powerful people want to listen,

Yet so powerless!!

So powerless against heartache,

Vulnerability speaks in between lines Of false happiness,

Once was True happiness,

Still is True,

But Now the trust it's questionable,

My voice speaks foolishly,

Foolishly snooping for answers I hoped not to find,

My voice becomes mute,

Mute like the TV episodes playing in my head, They're mute but for the images are loud and angry,

My voice becomes fragile like porcelain China, Porcelain China so pristine and arranged perfectly,

So perfect it goes untouched,

Untouched in the fear that perfection might break with one wrong move,

My voice fears the last I love you,

My voice will end when it ends I hope my voice gets played on record,

My voice will live on,

Live longer than the pain my voice suffered, Longer than the happiness my voice spoke,

My voice will echo through everyone's mind,

My voice will live through the hearts of loved ones,

My voice of hate will haunt the ones who deserve it most,

My voice will live within my enemies,

My enemies will be haunted,

Haunted by the cracking voice They created,

My loved ones will mourn my voice,

they will wish to hear it again,

My enemies will wish my voice away,

My voice will be heard,

Heard through the pain,

Heard through the happiness,

Heard through the fear,

My voice will be heard!

*Stay Strong Bold and Beautiful ❤

CREATED BY: JOYCE A.M RENFRO