My voice. Barely louder than

My voice. Barely louder than a mouse. Squeeking by conversation after conversation. Nothing to add, no one to listen. Emotions hidden within my mind. More robotic by the day. Wondering if I ever feel. Forgetting what I have felt, insignificant to everyone it seems. Finding an outlet, finding my voice. Relearning how to feel, learning how to speak. Not as robotic, for paper always listens. No one to notice any difference. Learning to yell, to stand up and fight. Knowing how it is to finally feel. No more robot here. People are hearing, forced to listen. No longer silent. Speaking with those who only ever listened. Earning my beliefs, and fighting for them too. Others yell back, not always along side me. Head raised high, fire in my eyes.Try to Stop Me Now!