One Voice

I only have one voice and one thing to say I say it and mean it, almost every single day I get irritated and tired because I don't have space I never last five minutes in one place I have to stop and pretend that I don't hear you talking I feel like leaving, might get started walking But when I do talk, I don't say a lot What I hate the most is being put on the spot But I only have one voice and I hate to use it Sometimes I hate talking; I wish I could lose it When I do want to use it, I just want to scream I want to yell, shout and everything in between And when I do want to talk, I speak softly in my head I repeat them over and over, everything I just said But I do have one voice and I'm not afraid to use it I guess I was wrong the first time; I don't want to lose it