Voice

I am afraid of my voice.

I am so confident before I speak,

but then I make a sound.

My voice is nothing but a stupid sound,

worthless and confusing.

Someone grabs my throat and I forget how to speak.

They choke me until I cannot breathe,

and all of my words come out weak.

Attempting to save myself from embarrassment

I start to doubt myself,

and pretend to think that I am wrong.

"You are dumb, you are incapable of understanding"

And then I daydream about giving up, so I won't feel pain anymore.

I lay there, motionless, trying to capture this feeling.

No pain. No worries.

Insecurities are demolished.

I am afraid of my voice.

But I am more afraid of Yours.

-Belle Rose

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Photo from: AuthenticGrowth.com Words talked over, my voice inside my head Eyes controlled me, my skin burned, cut, and dead Anxiety, told me the biggest lies Notebook pages, soaked up all my loud cries Every mistake, piled up on my chest Heart beat, fast pace, impossible to rest The attention, self-esteem took hold of It hurts to unwrap, what a gift is self-love.

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I'm only writing because I have an urge. And all of these feelings, I will have to submerge. From the guilt after, telling someone my pain. The embarrassment, of my my borderline brain. The insecure lies, my anxiety finds. The weak side of me, reattached to their minds. When I'm all alone, those caring voices sink Today I'll save me, It's better done in ink. -Belle Rose

2009-2010

"You tore me apart, just look at my scars. Your clouds and hatred covered my bright stars." -Belle Rose

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