I don't want anyone but me to hear this voice.

So quiet, yet so confident.

I don't want anyone but me to hear this voice.

This voice that clammers out whatever truth it may. Whatever phrases it can collect, and stitch to tell truths that only I hold dear.

I don't want anyone but me to hear this voice.

This voice that finds fortitude in saying: "I can do this, I can try, and I can succeed, by my own hand."

I don't want anyone but me to hear this voice, that finds victory through trial and error.

And when I write, I don't want anyone but me to hear this voice, because this voice belongs to me and me only, and this is the voice that is egocentric, stingy, and narrow,... but it is my voice, and I would rather have it, than not one at all.