My words are my voice.

Words on,

A sheet of paper, a blog, a Facebook post…

These are my voice, my expression

They could represent anything in myself,

An emotion sitting right on the surface for anyone to uncover,

Or, a past regret, failure, mistake that has yet to be forgotten

My words tell my story

They don’t define me

But I, however, give these words, my voice, a definition of their own

A meaning that somehow,

Only holds meaning, to me.

Others may not understand my reason for these words

Its alright, I don’t expect anyone to understand my words.

They are my words

They have my expression, deriving from my emotion to form,

My voice.