The Power of My Voice

July 19, 2013

My voice cracks under pressure,

But my words yearn for it.

My voice whispers through the crowd,

But my words yell through the paper.

I may not always have a say,

But the pen and paper,

Lets me express it any way.

People judge me for my looks,

However pen and paper are blind.

Every time I get hurt,

my heart begins to race,

and try and reach its normal place.

The one there used to be,

when me and my words are the perfect match.

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